Weekend adventures are made of sandy feet and salty breezes, of camping in the dunes and cooking under the stars.Read More
How I feel about a place is often heavily influenced by my feelings toward the architecture. Late century mission brown or light brick homes, identical, one after the other in an estate? I start to get a bit squirmy. Quaint Queenslanders, all multi-coloured with plants overflowing on the balconies? My heart does a sigh of happiness.Read More
I've always had a soft spot for the humble Sydney terrace.
I've never lived in one, so I've always romanticised terrace life. The lacework balustrades, bundles of pot plants overflowing onto the footpath, French doors opening out to the balcony upstairs, crisp white linen just visible in the shadows.Read More
Waking up here everything feels different. As I stir, there is a crunching noise somewhere to my left, a bush turkey perhaps, or maybe a possum. A faint light starts peeking through my eyes, and a kookaburra's cackle erupts nearby. Further away, yet not too far comes a howl, a dingo, searching for something. I lay, not quite awake and listen.Read More
Just before the sun peeped her head over the sea, there was a group of boys standing just at the edge of the sand, waiting. Rugged up in hoodies, all looking out across the ocean.Read More
Oh yeah, fresh air. The first rays of sun, the salty sea and a crisp winter breeze.Read More
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Crisp heat, salty breeze, bare feet and big views.
Stockton Sand Dunes, NSW
There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day. Some are spectacularly loud, others modestly peaceful. Each and every one of them is unique, and all of them have a beauty.
How many have you seen lately?
It's a struggle to open my eyes, the harsh light streaming in from right ahead. Focusing slowly, a shape comes into view between the pines, a surfer, shaking off the sea. The water surrounds him like a halo, his wetsuit smooth like the skin of a seal. I lift my head to past him, the golden light reflected as far as my eyes can see. North Bondi in the distance, soft shapes behind a haze. Morning light and salty air.
Easy like Bondi mornings.
There are these vibrant orange flowers. And clear, cold water, the colour of summer. There are shadows and light. And there's bright white sand, blinding from the sun. The sea is a soft shade of blue. And its water cold as ice. The air is clear, the succulents deep green. And the afternoon all mine to enjoy. Coogee on a perfect winter's day.Read More
There is nothing more cleansing for the soul than to wander by the ocean. The afternoon light fades, casting a warm glow across the visible air. Surfers ride the aggressive barrels down below, as joggers stop on the clifftop path to watch. A swimmer finishes his laps in the icy ocean pool, as the sunlight glistens on its surface. A gentle breeze sways the seaside scrub, as white water crashes against the rocks just below. A boy sits reading, the ocean at his feet, as three friends take a seat on the sand a little down the beach. We look out to the ocean, white horses forming on its surface. The sun sinks a little further as we watch.
This morning the sea was angry, she came crashing onto shore, the rocks beaten with her force; Yet she still felt warm, dark and moody, but somehow wrapped your toes up cosy in her waves;
Those who venture in everyday were there, fighting with her push and pull, laughing at her fierce energy; They're the ones who've been here all their lives, the sunrise swim their daily ritual;
I hope to be like them one day, and remind myself when it seems too hard to get out of bed this early; You've got to be in it to win it, and these guys are winning everyday with their sunrise swim.