Found this sitting in my draft folder. I know that its in Point Peron as I recognise the silhouettes, but not when it was taken or why we were there. We go here a lot though, so it may have just been a walk and the sky was a lovely colour.
A photo recovered from an old SD card that I had kept after it became corrupted; that Sam managed to perform a recovery on. I’m fairly certain this was from a random weekend away to Albany; though I am happy to be corrected if its not.
I don’t have much more to say about it since I don’t remember the holiday well enough to even know where we went. Though it was taken with my old DSLR, given the date it was taken. Which is just a interesting factoid for you.
Soft hues of pink and yellow green in the midday sun. I love the softness of this photo, despite the how harsh midday sun tends to be. Last day of winter isn’t too bad though, I guess. These succulents are common in the sand dunes where I live, and have the softest pink flowers. I thought I’d do something different though, since the leaves themselves were so striking in their colouring.
“Getting out there” has been put on hold. I’ve had a cough for over a month now, which has gotten worse over the last week. My doctor has referred me to a specialist, and put me on steroids to help with my breathing. My lungs are wheezing and rattling whenever I exhale, and he said that my bronchi are collapsing. Possibly weakened when I had pneumonia.
So, instead, now that I’m feeling a little more cognisant, here’s post two from the walk I went on a few weeks ago.
The photos that I’ve uploaded recently were part of a backlog of images that had been sitting stagnant on my hard drive; waiting for the day when I could bring myself to look at them. They were taken shortly after I finished studying last year after a break of about six months. It also coincided…
The last of three photos I intend to post from last December, when I sat nestled among the rocks watching the dawn. I took more, but I don’t feel as though they’re able to express the feelings around that moment in time as well.
I enjoy this one a fair bit as, when I’ve taken photos at sunrise and sunset in the past I’ve focused more on the sun and sky, and less on the effects it is having on the world around me. I’d make a concerted effort to seek out the beautiful light playing over the rocks and low trees. This one is a clear favourite for me. Its peaceful just looking at it.
Another of the photos taken in Bunker Bay. The lichen on the rocks by the shoreline was such a vivid orange colour. It was incredible. As the day grew brighter the colour seemed less intense, so I’m glad I caught this in the light of dawn.
Finding forgotten SD cards is like a trip down memory lane. I should be more careful with them, though its always nice to see photos again that you’d decided weren’t good enough at the time. Whilst I’m still not happy with this, and the other two I’ll be uploading over the next week, I felt they were worth sharing since they were the last things I shot with my camera before the great drought of early 2016.
From December last year, when I drove myself (and some of my family) down to Bunker Bay in the state’s south west late in the evening. We arrived at about 3am. While the others settled down for a few hours shut eye I found I was unable to rest or relax (I ended up being awake if I recall correctly for over 48 hours in the end). Restless and sweltering in the heat, I decided it would be better to stop trying.
Another older photo. This one taken on the Black Diamond (a catamaran we were on at the time), looking out over the inlet we spent the night in off Hook Island (near Airlie Beach, Queensland). It was the most peaceful morning I’ve ever experienced. I woke up to cool, sea air and silence apart from the gentle lapping of waves against the hull and the birds deep in the centre of the island.
My husband and I loved this one so much we have a canvas print of it in our living room. Looking at it fills me with a sense of calm, and peace as I remember that beautiful morning.
Trying out a new angle at Point Peron, an earlier carpark and a beach rarely visited. Well, apart from the group of youngsters having a bit of a puff up amongst the shrubberies. They seemed a bit miffed about the intrusion.
It wasn’t too bad, actually. Windy and the smell of rotting seaweed was strong on the air, but I’ve never really minded that.
This week’s challenge response is perhaps a little less creative than it could be. I had many ideas for this one, but I’ve spent most of my time at the beach! This morning I decided to take along my underwater camera, and shot a whole bunch of hilarious, and embarrassing, photos of myself underwater.
The ocean has always been a place where I can retreat from the world, and float silently on the clear, blue water or dive down into the turquoise depths to explore the many reefs in my area. Today I went further south than I would normally to avoid the raucous crowds of people seeking to escape the heat. Apart from a young boy who kayaked down the coast, I had the stretch of beach all to myself.
Floating weightless in the water. This is, when I think about it, probably the best response to The Daily Post’s challenge, even if on a technical and compositional level this isn’t a strong photo.
This was another instance where I had a rough day, and my husband recommended we go out to the beach. It was just on sunset when we arrived, and the lighting couldn’t have been better. I think he became a little bored with my fascination for all the delightful little pockets in the heath where the light was illuminating a magical little world that would normally go unnoticed by people walking by.
This was taken at Point Peron, in Rockingham WA. The point is laced with a series of limestone walkways that go up and down the sand dunes, and around the shelters that were built during WWII. Its one of the nicest places to go for a ramble around here, though it is quite up-and-downy.