your early dawn shots reminded me of my honeymoon, on Lord Howe Island, where i ventured out before dawn to photograph the sunrise, pedalled my hired bike to the east coast, walked through a paddock of early rising cows, and sat on the cliff face waiting for the sun. there's something to be said for these moments alone with only the things that no-one can control surrounding you, time, the sun's rise and fall, the sea... I miss those moments, as I am ever increasingly getting busier, with more demands of my time and myself; I know I'm not alone in this, life seems to march on for all of us at an alarming rate, and a lot of us clamber from point to point, just trying to keep up. Thanks for sharing mate, there are some things you forget about, until you sit still for long enough to let it all come flooding back. It's a good thing.
thanks craigs - certainly is an amazing city - such variety. It almost feels criminal to stay with such a cliched shot as the Opera House. But it's just too cool not to! (and unbelievably, I've never been to Kirribili before)
Capt Smollet - it is a strange but worthy discipline of trying to find space for myself, even at 5am! Must be hard to do when you have 673 children, 14 jobs and a pet band of goats. But such is the life of our dear smoffleboff. And yes, I still owe you that birthday beer. It's just collecting interest (currently up to 2 1/2 beers)
Ahh the sweet smell of interest... It'll be a case before you know it... it'll have to be to put up with the band of goats, they've just put on a new lead singer, and he plays the bagpipes, bad at the best of times, but when played by a goat that strutts like mick jagger and looks like kenny rogers.... well words fail me.
What beautiful photos!!!! However I can see the contast, the beauty in the background and the sleepy head in the foreground. I know what your morning melon is like and the 5am start at Whale beach is a thought to be put to the background of my brain otherwise I shall wake up in a fluster of fluff....
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Amazing pictures mate, I've linked to one of them on my blog.
What a gorgeous city we live in...
your early dawn shots reminded me of my honeymoon, on Lord Howe Island, where i ventured out before dawn to photograph the sunrise, pedalled my hired bike to the east coast, walked through a paddock of early rising cows, and sat on the cliff face waiting for the sun. there's something to be said for these moments alone with only the things that no-one can control surrounding you, time, the sun's rise and fall, the sea... I miss those moments, as I am ever increasingly getting busier, with more demands of my time and myself; I know I'm not alone in this, life seems to march on for all of us at an alarming rate, and a lot of us clamber from point to point, just trying to keep up. Thanks for sharing mate, there are some things you forget about, until you sit still for long enough to let it all come flooding back. It's a good thing.
by the way you owe me a birthday beer.
Capt.
thanks craigs - certainly is an amazing city - such variety. It almost feels criminal to stay with such a cliched shot as the Opera House. But it's just too cool not to! (and unbelievably, I've never been to Kirribili before)
Capt Smollet - it is a strange but worthy discipline of trying to find space for myself, even at 5am! Must be hard to do when you have 673 children, 14 jobs and a pet band of goats. But such is the life of our dear smoffleboff. And yes, I still owe you that birthday beer. It's just collecting interest (currently up to 2 1/2 beers)
Ahh the sweet smell of interest... It'll be a case before you know it...
it'll have to be to put up with the band of goats, they've just put on a new lead singer, and he plays the bagpipes, bad at the best of times, but when played by a goat that strutts like mick jagger and looks like kenny rogers.... well words fail me.
What beautiful photos!!!!
However I can see the contast, the beauty in the background and the sleepy head in the foreground. I know what your morning melon is like and the 5am start at Whale beach is a thought to be put to the background of my brain otherwise I shall wake up in a fluster of fluff....
Is it my imagination or is it the tide? Sydney seems to be slipping to the left? I wish!!! Perhaps it is the view through the melon head haze?
Keep clicking!
This is *so* why I have to move back to Sydney. We did our courting round the harbour foreshores...
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