Children have a single-minded absorption in a task that we adults have lost. This little chap in his bright red shirt was determined to dig, no matter what went on around him. The first photo I took of him, just seconds before this one, had a girl running past so close that the sand flew, but he didn’t even look up.
For many Sydneysiders (and tourists), Christmas Day means a visit to the beach. And what better stretch of sand than Australia’s iconic Bondi Beach? I lived here during my first residence in Sydney (1999 to 2004), and now I’ve finally been able to move back. 🙂
On Christmas Day, festive headgear is part of the dress code.
Even the police get into the spirit of the season.
Not a snowflake in sight, but the trappings of a Northern Hemisphere Christmas are unavoidable.
The Red Baron dropped in for a visit, too.
There’s no escaping the crowd, however.
Even the waves were full of people.
The sweep of the beach seen from the north end.
So now you know what Christmas Day at Bondi Beach is like!
I took this photo on my recent Fiji sailing holiday. We had visited the remote village of Daliconi on the island of Vanua Baluva, and were sitting around on the beach waiting for the boats to take us back to the ship. One of my shipmates introduced some of the children to the Hand Slap Game (also apparently known as red hands, slapsies, slap jack, red tomato or slaps). I wanted to capture the contrasts in their hands — large and small, white and brown, be-ringed and plain, clean and sandy.
The net should keep out sharks, but to avoid stepping on an angry stingray you need to do the Stingray Shuffle. If you swim in the waters around Sydney, you’d better be careful.
(As an aside, the stretch of beach on the opposite shore is just along the coast from where Captain Cook first landed from HMS Endeavour in Botany Bay on 29 April 1770.)