I love watching people surf. The good ones make it look effortless, so graceful and, well, fun; the not-so-good ones make me laugh. Living just a few minutes’ walk from some of Sydney’s best beaches, I have endless opportunities to watch all grades of surfers. Confession: Before I moved to Sydney for the first time, in 1999, I didn’t know that an ankle tether connected board to rider, and I was quite puzzled by the way riders’ boards popped up beside them when they spilled!
I took this photo a couple of weeks ago, with no intention of ever sharing it — who’d want to see it? So thank you, Ed, for the challenge of Creepy Things! I was both fascinated and repelled by the sight of hundreds of ants devouring a dead spider; it was like a nature documentary, right on my windowsill.
This week the dictionary fell on the word Arch. I would like to offer a selection of arches from around the world.
I have two photographs for this week’s Black & White Challenge: Abandoned or Alone, both taken at Waverley Cemetery, Sydney. The cemetery, which opened in 1877, sprawls across cliff tops beside the ocean.
I have two entries for this week’s Sunday Stills challenge:
I took the photo of the red bottlebrush last weekend. The other photos round out the flower theme!
This challenge is a paradox for me in that it is easy, but hard! Easy, because to me, the sea means only thing: tall ship sailing. Hard, because I have so many sailing photos to choose from! A sea that is placid, reflective, azure against a cerulean sky; or a sea that is angry and threatening, invigorating yet terrifying at the same time? I’ve gone for somewhere between the two. We were in a Force 8 (ie, with winds of 40 knots and waves about 6 metres high) when I took this photo (it reached Force 10 a few hours later). Every time we rolled to leeward, water rushed onto the deck through the scuppers and over the rail. (The rail, by the way, is normally about 4 metres above the sea.)