It’s late and the choppy seas are just a lingering tell of the heady afternoon sea breeze now gone. No point in having sail up anymore, it will just slow us down. It’s motoring from here, and another diesel homecoming.
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It’s late and the choppy seas are just a lingering tell of the heady afternoon sea breeze now gone. No point in having sail up anymore, it will just slow us down. It’s motoring from here, and another diesel homecoming.
Read MoreFriday’s commute home was a real treat with an unplanned exploration of the Port River and the little spit of land adjacent to Section Bank. I don’t know what this little island is called but there is always some waterfowl action going on here. On this occasion I discovered this social gathering. With no sign […]
Read MoreTonight’s adventure on Garden Island was cold, windy and scattered with intermittant rain showers. I sat for a while watching the light fade in the gloom before the rain finally stopped. There was still enough time for a few images before the curfew of maritime twilight. The landscape was forlorn and moody but as the […]
Read MoreThe golden hour is that last hour of the day when the setting sun casts the world in its warm yellow glow, draws eyes westward and camera phones from pockets. Then, like the flick of a switch, that warm glow turns to a grey-blue coolness as the sun disappears below the horizon. But just a […]
Read MoreA little way off the coast of Grange Beach is a steel platform that never quite disappears even during the highest tides. It was built as the seawater inlet to the Westlakes waterway and ensures its ongoing health. The local cormorants see it there own way. A safe haven to rest for the evening when […]
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