In-between time pt.2…
beach
478.
In-between time…
384.
While cold gusts of air brush against the windows, and icy darts of rain make the idea of going out a purely abstract notion, I find myself turning to thoughts of warmer places, bluer skies, calmer air…
383.
Seventh wave…
377.
A different kind of surfing. St Kilda Beach, on a sunny weekend morning…
375.
One more from Bondi. Because sitting on a rock, looking out to sea, on a warm, sunny afternoon sounds pretty good right about now…
374.
Swimming against the tide…
373.
Bondi. Icebergs. Sunshine. Warmth. Not today, then, clearly…
056.
The last light of the day is always the best, made warmer by its slow farewell.
Melbourne 365: Day 296
I listen to the waves, their gentle rhythm strumming a familiar tune, and watch the sun drop away, and feel, at last, a kind of home.
Timothy Moss 