What boundaries these? Are they real or like 'The Truman Show', are they artificial and superimposed? Slow motion clouds scrolling sky, they contrast a rolling rhythm of sea waves that glisten, and then disappear — like moments missing. If not for the unbroken rhythm, I'd know time is stolen at the last stand of land.
The Sun, the Moon, the Earth and stars, the ocean waves and land that stands. Thunderstorms that form to feed flowing streams and waterfalls. The breeze that blows and air I breathe, birds that sing and fish that swim. Puppy paws up the hall while my dog snores, and a child in awe of it all. This is some of what we'll miss.
Driving on long roads to nowhere, there plays a time-lapse film of the rising and setting sun. Where the sound of cicadas wax and wane like waves on the ocean, as heat haze dance on the horizon and light is consumed by night. Lightning strikes in the distance and is all around, as the world is buffeted by wind, rain and thunder, until dawn resets the loop on a new day, with the sound of cicadas.
Beware misdirection, concealing the jewel with its French clue of Bellevue. But find the path and you'll enter this translation, of a living landscape painting. Framed by rolling sky and flowing flora, the harbour opens like a green-and-blue Brett Whitely window. To the north, boats sail Rose Bay and Shark Island; to the east, Bondi headland greets the Pacific Ocean. Please tell no one, for this park is a gallery, and a secret worth keeping — whispered only by a breeze through its banyan trees.
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.
Far enough from the city crowds... photo of an old WW2 observation post, looking north from Malabar Headland, Sydney, 8pm Sunday 25 Jan 2026. The humidity was thick and the weather warm, with a cooling breeze from the Pacific ocean. I love the pastel colours and sea of pewter-blue, the weathered sandstone cliffs and contrast of graffiti – 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.
Photo from wooden boardwalk at Diamond Bar Reserve, Vaucluse, Sydney, 2pm Sat 28 June 2025. Looking down you can see remnants of an old building with a series of stairs leading down the cliff to the Pacific ocean. I love the sunfilled sea haze, the fresh honeycomb sandstone, and the yellow, green and turquoise colours – Life's little treasures.
