I took this photo half an hour after my pre-sunrise photo on 19 December, by when (as you can see) the sun was truly up. What ungodly hour must these people have got out of bed in order to be rowing before 6am? I shall never understand morning people …
When the tide and wind and light are right, there’s a moment after a wave has rushed ashore when the sand is covered by a thin, reflective sheen of water. Such as in this photo at Bondi Beach.
Well, this is a dire Christmas Day on Sydney’s most iconic beach. 21C with a strong cold southeast wind, and heavy grey clouds. Not exactly what you think of when the term “summer in Sydney” springs to mind, is it?
To me, there’s a sort of admirable determination to have fun going on with these people. We’re in Sydney, it’s Christmas Day, we’re going to the beach!
There seemed to be as many lifeguards as beachgoers, and with not a lot to do.
Compare this gloom to 25 December last year, which really was a perfect summer day.
I’ve lived at Bondi Beach for 6 years in total, and this is the first sunrise I’ve seen there. I do sometimes wake up long before the sky begins to lighten and am unable to go back to sleep (I hate that!), and I often think I should get up and go down to the beach and watch the sunrise, but I never do. Today, though, I couldn’t help thinking it would make a good entry for Becky’s Square Sky challenge. It was actually quite lovely on the beach at 5am — only a handful of people (including this young man doing his “greet the morning” routine) and colour seeping into the sky. When I left at 6am, the sun was well up and there were hundreds of people, exercising and running and swimming and surfing.
But to be honest, I would have preferred to still be asleep.
Photo taken at 5:18am, 19 December, Bondi.
Sculpture by the Sea is on again in Sydney. Apparently, it’s the world’s largest free sculpture exhibition, and it runs along the coast from Bondi Beach (where I live) to Tamarama Beach. Two friends and I braved the inevitable hordes of people today to check out this year’s offerings. It was a beautiful early summer day, with a cloudless sky and a temperature around 26C (79F), and ocean breezes to take the edge off the sun.
Remembering that this week’s theme is curves or rounded, I was on the lookout for a sculpture with no straight lines.
Finally, towards the end of our walk, we came across this one. A sensous swirl of curves twining around itself, with no beginning and no end.
And if you’re wondering why I titled this post “The Indivisible Curves”, it’s because the piece is called “Indivisible.”
When I get my other photos sorted, I’ll post about some of this year’s other sculptures. You can see my other related posts from previous years here.
I live in an apartment building on Campbell Parade, the street that curves along Sydney’s famous Bondi Beach. Any dwelling along the road that has a beach view is prime property indeed! I, however, live at the back of my building — much quieter, and with sweeping “district views”. One wall in my bathroom does face the beach, though it does not have a window (just as well, really, because on the other side of that wall is the foyer/lobby area for my floor!).
So I gave myself a view. I took a photo of the beach, slipped it behind a graphic of a window frame (complete with pot plant on the window ledge) and had it printed as a large poster. Then I put it on the wall, and for the finishing touch added real curtains.
Hey presto! I too now have the coveted Bondi Beach view.
(btw, the peach-painted wall is the landlord’s idea, not mine!)
When I read that the theme for this week’s photo challenge is layered, only one thing popped into my head: cake! (Though to be honest, cake needs little prompting to pop into my head.) So I stopped by my local bakery on the way home (the dangerously tempting Wellington Cake Shop on Bondi Road) for a slice of something layered.
I ended up buying two — the second one purely as a backup, for photographic purposes, of course. Just look at these cakes: tiramisu (above) and hazelnut (below). The richly textured cake layers with their flecks of nuts and chocolate, the silken melt-in-your-mouth creaminess of the filling. Oh my.