Wow, it’s early March and here I am making my first post for the year. Last year saw a few things take my attention away from blogging, which is annoying, because when I write, I am relaxed. Some of those issues continue on, hence my not being back here in some months. But I have decided that I must allocate time for myself, so I hope to become more regular again.
When there was some spare time, I most often found myself, with a friend and her dog, at beachside locations. There are many to choose from in my area in the south-east of the state (Queensland, Australia). My friends on Facebook would certainly support me in that regard, with numerous shots from the locations.
One of my favourite spots is on a small island off the coast — Bribie Island. It’s connected by bridge to the Aussie mainland and is a popular day trip location for people in Brisbane (the state’s capital) and surrounds. This particular spot is at Banksia Beach, on the protected side of the island. The waters are clear and it’s a safe place to swim. The photo below was taken from my camping chair. In the distance are the Glasshouse Mountains, so tiny here, but when you drive past them on the motorway, they are much more imposing. I had the pleasure of living on Bribie Island a few years ago, so I know the good spots not usually overrun by tourists. 🙂
So this is where I have been a lot of late. Next post (how’s that for showing a positive outlook) I’ll showcase some of the other locations we have been relaxing at.
Well, this will be my last post of the year. My blog posts have been absent for a few months and I hope to get back to normal in the new year.
It’s Christmas Eve (morning) here in Brisbane, Australia. Already the temperature is high, with a forecast for a hot steamy day for Santa’s arrival tomorrow. It’s times like this that I really miss a nth American Christmas. A Christmas day of cold weather (especially if associated with snow) can’t be beaten, in my opinion. Instead here we suffer the heat, and often times head to the beach — even Santa involves himself.
So to my blogging friends, I wish you Season’s Greetings — a safe Christmas and New Year.
I haven’t posted in a few weeks (life has become challenging in other areas and lack of time has made posting scarce). But I do have some time for a post for the Tuesday challenge from Frank at Dutch goes the Photo!
This week it is: the Path.
I’d like you to photograph whichever path(s) appeal to you. In the theme of path, I’d like you to think about where the path might lead you; is this a place that you want to get to, or is it one that you want to avoid? Is this a path that everyone is going to take, or is it just your path?
I thought about the various meanings of the word. The obvious meaning of a physical thing that leads you somewhere. A footpath, a road, country lane, a grassy path….and so many others in this category. I also thought of the way that certain elements in photos can draw our eyes in a certain direction –> like a path. So my photos are a mix of both ideas. The last one is from many years ago when I was living in the USA — and whilst not such a good photo, you can clearly see me trying to dig a path out. 🙂
A favourite road…adorned with beautiful jacaranda trees.
Alpacas heading down a long grassy path to who knows where.
A favourite path — at Picnic Point, Toowoomba — the path affords brilliant views of the valley below.
Wander along the path and under the archway to a farmhouse.
I love how this road winds through the countryside. It’s a pleasure to drive on.
A road to nowhere it seems.
A road takes you further into the outback; this one from the mining town of Mt Isa in Queensland.
The light across the water acts like a path for the eyes.
The light across the water acts like a path for the eyes.
The light across the water acts like a path for the eyes, to a point behind the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
This path skirts the foreshore of a sleepy little seaside town in Queensland.
From 2003, yours truly trying to dig down to the path, buried under feet of snow. A great memory from my years in the USA.
Here in Australia it is winter. Some friends scoff at that, and I guess, having experienced a north American winter, I can understand why. But the major difference here is that our homes aren’t set up for cold weather. No such thing as furnaces, instead we exist with various types of heaters, and if lucky, a wood heater. Anyway, I digress.
I’ve been going through my photos in a bid to decrease the total (currently sits at about 7000). I came across one that reminded me of days gone by, back when I was a teenager and enjoying the Christmas holidays, and the visits to the beach that my parents always made. At some point my best friend’s father offered to teach us to surf the waves. We were clumsy and fell off a lot, which I guess is pretty common for newbies. But in the end we got a handle on it and started to enjoy the experience of being in the water. One place I love here is Caloundra, which back in the 70’s was somewhat smaller and a place with little shanties and workers cottages, a place to come and experience peace and quiet. These days there are pockets of that kind of place, but they are fast being lost to high-rise apartments to satisfy the tourist trade.
I had a brief stay at Caloundra in 2015, and took this photo from the balcony. What struck me was that this view hasn’t changed all that much. There were still those magnificent Norfolk Island Pines, and out in the water were the surfies. However there were also people trying their skills with the new fad, stand up paddleboarding. You can see a few of them in this photo. Caloundra is also situated close to the deep-sea nautical passage that scoots down the east coast of Australia, as evidenced by the large oil tanker further out to sea. I’ve always been drawn to the sea, not so much for the beach, but for the peace that I seem to feel from sitting by the water.
When I saw this photo, I also remembered a song that was in the charts in 1975, the year I started working, and shared that time with surfing. So long ago, but this song really highlighted the 70’s for me. Ahh memories! 🙂