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.
A rainy day spent driving through the hills surrounding Perth, in Western Australia. We put the seats down in the back of the car, threw in our camp mattress and spent the afternoon listening to the rain, reading and having an indoor picnic. During a brief break in the showery weather, I ducked out with my camera and wandered around for a bit.
The air was cool, and crisp. The only sound the gentle tapping of raindrops as they fell through leaves and branches to the wet earth below.
Posting up some of my older photos (not all, obviously) that mean something to me. Hopefully something new coming soon!
A number of years ago, my husband and I went on a driving tour through the Mid West (Western Australia) to see the wildflowers. It wasn’t as good as year as I’d seen previously, and I keep meaning to head back again, but its still a treat to see the red deserts covered carpets of pink, white and yellow flowers.
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.
I don’t actually know what wildflowers these are, and I wish I did. I’ve always enjoyed being able to say to people who ask, what the name of a wildflower is when we come across it. This was one of the times that I found myself unable to answer. It is quite lovely though.
This was another photograph taken on the photowalk in Serpentine. There wasn’t really much in the way of views to be had, really. The walk was through some pretty dense scrubland so there wasn’t all that much to take photos of other than the many flowers that were blossoming at the time. Not that I’m complaining about flowers!
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.
There is a place, near where I live, which has sunsets that are as beautiful as they are frequent. Those that burn through the sky in summer are always the loveliest, the most striking and breath-taking. So much so that people will come here from far away just to see the sunset.