“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;”
from: A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Winter has settled in here in Sydney, and I’d really rather be on a beach in tropical Vanuatu. This thatched roof would give enough shade to keep the cocktails cool. 😉
June Squares: Roof If you have a photo (or two!) of a roof, join in!
As with my previous (my first!) Bondi sunrise post in December, I woke up early today and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I figured I may as well capture the sunrise. The first sight was rather ominous, with all that heavy cloud.
The hundreds of fitness fanatics were not ominous, but they were unexpected.
The lifeguards’ day starts early. The sun rises an hour later now (about 6:30am) than in December, but they were already busy setting up.
Cameras at the ready!
The big event!
I had no idea so many people communed with the sea at this ungodly hour.
I never did figure out what this group was doing.
Tomorrow, I’ll definitely try to sleep through the sunrise.
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.