I suppose I should be out taking photographs of flags and barbecues and people in hats with green and yellow suncream on their faces, but to be blunt, it's raining so hard I'd drown as soon as I left the front door.
After a month or more with not a drop of rain and temperatures in the high thirties, and the grass brown and crisp, with bush fires thrown for colour we now have what could only be described as "flooding rains", unusually high tides and big seas. How Australian is that??
The social cricket game and family activities in the park have been abandoned.
So instead of photographing the cricket in the park I thought I'd reflect on a bit of Australian history, a time time not very long ago when "gated" was an adjective that conflicted with "community"not something to define it.
In those days the fence was simple, and sensibly built to make it easy for one to retrieve one's cricket ball after hitting a six (over the fence scored six and OUT). The palings made useful cricket bats too, as long as they were back in place before dad got home from work, and neighbourhoods discussed everything of importance and other things to boot, "over the fence".
Privacy? It's a back yard for crying out loud, if you need privacy, go inside, get out of the rain, and watch the cricket on television!
Moffat Beach
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© Sunshine Coast Daily Photo - Australia
Another City Daily Photo
Glass pool fences may not be everyone's "cup of tea", but they do provide some curious opportunities to compose photographs.
Beaches and old cars seem to go hand in hand. They are mortal enemies of course with all the salt in the air, but at the same time the mist seems to gloss over their imperfections, and our memories of just how awful travelling in them really was!
Long term browsers of this blog may recall that I like to record the first towel-over-balcony rail of summer. This year I missed for reasons not easily understood, but console myself with the knowledge that they are once again appearing in numbers.
Not much around and plenty waiting to share what's there. Waiting is not unpleasant though, it's not exactly like being in the dentist's rooms.
Another great souvenir of their Sunshine Coast Holiday for the family album!
Pandanus fruit. Not much else to say really.
In a heatwave, who cares about what is or isn't the new building vernacular anyway. There's plenty of cool blue sea to ponder without having to turn around!
I don't know why, but to me all that white and aluminium is starting to say "I'm at the beach" just as clearly as the palms and Norfolk Pines.
I'm not sure how the activity described as walking in ankle deep water came to be described as "paddling", but here's someone having a paddle.
