Looking east across Port Jackson, Sydney from Brady Beach, McMahons Point, 10am Sat 13 June 2026. I took these photos while walking our dog. Around the inner city, the harbour is usually contained by fence wall so this juxtaposition of the iconic bridge and open sandy beach looks almost superimposed. You can see the bridge pylons and city buildings reflected in the water – the harbour was unusually still like a lake. Life's little treasures.
Twilight, the sun has set on a hot day painting soft pastel colours over sky and beach below. Two pups play in the big salty puddle, while a young woman snaps the scene for socials. Night encroaches with a cooling breeze on shimmering sea of gunmetal blue, deep green and aquamarine. We stayed until the black of night, but it's a memory now. Photo: looking south at Maroubra Beach, 8pm Wed 26 Nov 2025 – Life's little treasures.
Black Wattles flower golden and petrichor is no more. The dehydrated husk of summer is now a sodden sponge that swells and softens. Rain hangs a veil on land pockmarked with mirrors, as sunbaked valleys erode in rivulets and dry creek beds are roaring rivers. Worlds drown and exits flood but our warm wood fire's a reminder of that other solstice.
Tommorrow I'll be good, but not today for it's my holiday, and not Saturday, Sunday, Monday, nor days that ends in 'Y'. Tommorow I'll be good, for that day — never comes.