Here’s a few more images from Brighton Beach which I captured back in 2013 & 2014. I love looking at the small details beneath my feet and listening to the crashing of the waves as the tide comes in.
I figure its time for a change of subject matter as the sky is flawless with not a cloud in sight and I’m stuck at home listening to the construction crew across the road belting out nail gun ‘bullets’ at lightning-fast speed. The sound is getting a wee bit tedious and boring today, but far too sunny to close the sliding door out to the balcony.
I’ve had a constant stream of House Sparrows dropping in for a drink at my birdbath on such a warm afternoon, but none staying long enough for a real photoshoot.
Well…….maybe one or two……many of the avian visitors are slim and quite small so I can’t help but wonder if they’re this Spring’s House Sparrow offspring. The stripe behind the eye denotes a female, but as far as I can see all the young sparrows have this stripe. Makes me wonder at what stage House Sparrows reach puberty and turn into little boy sparrows with their rust-coloured caps.
Time to raid the archives for some uplifting images of times past…..back to 2013…… down at Brighton Beach with its iconic colourful bathing boxes (in both Summer & Winter excursions). You don’t need me to point out which of the following was made in Summer and which images were made in Winter.
Enjoy the excursion, whatever the weather.
I’m trying to cut down more and more computer work. For some weird reason I can’t fathom, my astigmatism (double vision) seems slightly worse since my hospital stay last week and now that the days are getting a wee bit warmer and Spring is on the horizon, I’m trying to channel my energy into some possible new hobbies or pastimes. Don’t know what yet.
Over the past 18 months I’ve cut back to 60 blogs to follow (instead of 140) – many of which were no longer posting anyway.
Many of the interesting writer’s blogs have been in the cull. I just find it hard to read much in one sitting. (although, funnily enough, I can type long posts myself 😀 just have trouble proof-reading them a zillion times to rectify the typos).
This is not because I have no desire to fill my morning with these wonderful words of wisdom or adventure, but simply that energy, eyesight and health are starting to deteriorate a wee bit more.
One of the best blogs I follow is by Karl Duffy. It’s not a nature or photography blog, but a Mindfulness blog and I find his daily quotes or book extracts are nearly always inspirational, positive and uplifting.
In a life filled with health restrictions, I need all the help I can get to remain focused on what I can do, (not what I can’t).
Karl Duffy’s post for today seems relevant to me. Do take the time to check out his posts and see if his blog is one that you might like to follow ( Mindfulbalance ).
Often I have not known where I was going until I was already there. I have had my share of desires and goals, but my life has come to me or I have gone to it mainly by way of mistakes and surprises. Often I have received better than I have deserved. Often my fairest hopes have rested on bad mistakes. I am an ignorant pilgrim, crossing a dark valley. And yet for a long time, looking back, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I have been led — make of that what you will.
Wedndell Berry, Jayber Crow, A Novel
NOTE: The images in this post were made at Port Melbourne Beach (the shells and Silver Gulls) and Brighton Beach (with the colourful bathing boxes) – too far away now I live in one of Melbourne’s western suburbs.
Perhaps when the days get longer in Summer’s DST (Daylight Savings Time), the longer bus/tram or train (or all 3) might be fun to travel on simply for the journey and looking out the window (if not a long walk along the beach).
Sometimes the best photography locations I’ve found simply by getting on a bus or tram and going to wherever it took me (to). That’s how I discovered Port Melbourne Beach and Station Pier (where the overnight ferry leaves for the island state of Tasmania – a place I’ve been many times as a child – staying on my Grandmother’s dairy farm during school holidays).
Selling my car in November 2003 was one of the best things I ever did in terms of getting a little more adventurous in urban living – one is forced to use the Public Transport system and travel through suburbs and bayside beaches I’d previously ignored.
(although I do sometimes wish I still had a car to drive up the country and mountainous regions in my State eg. The Dandenong Ranges National Park past the outer eastern suburbs of Melbourne).