Day 166. Um…
This is the same plant as from Day 163, but at a different stage of life, I’d suggest!
Day 164. I always think that moment just before the sun rises is such an optimistic moment… full of promise, potential, possibility. I try not to get swept up in the feeling (focus on the shot), and sometimes succeed, but to be truthful I’m usually happier when I don’t. Photography, I love that you give me a reason to be there, to see this, so many times. Hello, Hobart. Welcome to the day.
Day 163 is brought to you by (yet) another spiky plant thing! This one had very interesting leaves (flowers?) – more on those in another post perhaps…
Day 162. Yes, I know, yet another morning of boats, bits of random jetty detritus, colourful skies, and gorgeous water… who would live in such a place?? Something about the texture of the waves that I like in this one, and the layers of colour that they contain. Reminds me that not all water shots need the ND110 filter to work out okay!
Day 161. Another morning in Strahan… this time, when the sun came up and began to shine on the beautiful, still water of Macquarie Harbour, a light fog rose up, like the water was shocked by the warmth of the sun. It only stayed for a few minutes, but I really loved being there to see that interaction between water and sky…
Day 160… featuring another shot from Strahan. These old, decaying jetties are something of a feature there, along with the extraordinary Macquarie Harbour, which manages to be simultaneously calm and just a little menacing… it’s a strange combination, which is hard to capture in images. Doesn’t stop me trying though.
Day 159. Welcome to Strahan, an amazing place in a state full of amazing places… just to top it off, it was also part of an amazing experience over an extended weekend… I am looking forward to 2013. Let’s keep going.
Day 158. I guess I’m still thinking about permanence, the march of time. Something about these lights, this sea wall, makes me think of sentinels. But what are they watching over? And for how long?
Day 157. What the sea wants, the sea will have. We don’t own the beach; we are just borrowing it for a while. The only constant is change…