June 8. Day 160. Showing your true colours

In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
W. Somerset Maugham

I can't help it. I'm a city girl.
While I adored my trek in the Tasmanian wilderness from Cradle Mountain to Lake Sinclair most of my vacations are spent heading to cities or the beach. New York, London, Paris, Hong Kong, Sydney, Melbourne - a city, especially one with a very active theatre district, excites my heart.
The idea of a tree change simply doesn't do it for me. Don't get me wrong. I adore sitting on the back deck looking over the tree canopy and out to the mountains but it is the proximity to South Bank, the cultural precinct and the city that really make me love where I live. Give me the bright lights, baby.
Brisbane is not exactly a city that never sleeps and at 6am when this photo was taken from South Bank the first signs of stirring were becoming obvious.
These days businesses are becoming more environmentally conscious and many of the high rises were darkened but the casino was lit in red, white and blue in honour of the Queen's diamond jubilee. That and the reflections off the Brisbane river are stunning.
That's a city showing its true colours.