I went out for a ramble with my camera today; and was rewarded with two ticks trying to hitch a ride back to my place. I hope it was only two. I have double checked. You can’t always be sure you found all of the little blighters though. I found a dirt path along the limestone cliffs that wound its way through the undergrowth. It was hard to resist.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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