ABANDONED IN GLEBE
THERE SHE STOOD BEFORE ME, MAJESTIC IN THE SETTING MID WINTER SUNSHINE. INBLAZENED ACROSS THE HUGE OVER HANGING PARAPET OF THE GLASSED IN GRAND STAND SAT THE WORDS ‘HAROLD PARK PACEWAY’. THE GLASS OF THE GRANDSTAND FELT AS THOUGH IT WAS CONTAINING GHOSTS STILL ROAMING HER ABANDONED SHELL. ALMOST INDIGNANTLY I STOOD UPON THE GRAVEL OF THE HOME STRAIGHT, WHERE RACES AND FORTUNES HAD BEEN WON AND LOST. NOW PUNCTURED BY WEEDS AND CANYONS FROM THE RAINS.
Life’s a beach
TUCKED AWAY AT THE NORTH END OF A SYDNEY BEACH, WITHIN SIGHT OF THE SUMMER CROWDS, HIDES A WONDERFUL TIDAL ROCK POOL. SHAPED BY LARGE SANDSTONE CLIFF FACES AND SOME CURIOUS HAND CARVING ON THE POINT, LOOKING BACK WEST AT THE CROWDED PATCHES OF SAND.
SERENDIPITY LANDED US AT THIS SPOT ONE LAZY SUNDAY AFTERNOON WHERE WE HAD BEEN MAKING AN ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE THE HUMIDITY. ONCE SUBMERSED IN THE COOL WATERS WITH FEET PLANTED ON SOFT SEA WEED AND EVER MINDFUL OF SEA EURCHINS OUR MINDS DRIFTED.
Photoset reblogged from PEER with 19 notes
Michael Duva captures the expressions of man’s best friend.
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