It is always nice to have something in the foreground of your photos. The pilings in the Docklands are perfect for this!
Also in the Docklands, are a marina and Webb Bridge, an artistic walking bridge across the Yarra River.
If you tire of walking, trains are going in, out, and around the city at all times. In this image taken from a bridge over the tracks at Flinders Station, some trains are moving fast enough to become mere streaks in my exposure while in others you can see the people.
I could call this shot “up a creek without a motor or a paddle” because that is really what happened! The Western Australian tour leader and captain of our tiny craft could not restart the engine after many, many tries over at least forty minutes. He begged some passers-by to lend us one of their oars (“just one, please”), but they declined. Meanwhile, I took this shot and the one below and eventually the motor started.
The agile rock wallaby, which lives in small colonies on rocky cliffs and ledges, is in a different genus from other wallabies more closely related to the kangaroos. There are many types of rock wallabies, and while technically not endangered, many populations have declined and are the subject of scientific study. Rock wallabies are nocturnal so it was a treat to see this one peeking out in broad daylight.
This coastal gorge along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia, is named after the English clipper ship Loch Ard that sank nearby in 1878. Of the 54 people aboard the clipper, only two nineteen-year-olds survived. Both of them floated in through the narrow opening in the distance.
To the right of the gorge opening and protected from the sea by its high walls, is this quiet cove with its waters lapping gently against the rock face and spilling silently onto shore.
The outback of Australia’s Northern Territory is consistently red in color and rather wild to traverse.
Rocks shaped like mushrooms are red and the climate can be the extreme of hot and cold in the course of one day.
Nowhere is there anything but wild vegetation, although “wild” sometimes includes unwanted invasive species.
The best part of “wild” means minimal (almost nonexistent) light pollution and a visible array of stars from the moment night descends on this straight, red dirt road.
This state preserve near San Diego, California, features the critically endangered Torrey pine, the rarest pine in North America. The semi-arid parkland, which overlooks the Pacific Ocean, is subject to fierce winds that sweep down from the desert. But on this quiet, windless day the uniform gray-greens of the pines and chaparral give the landscape a strikingly understated elegance.
This image is from the same location on the same late afternoon as my two previous posts. All I had to do was look in the opposite direction and take a few steps. Here the cliffs overlooking a cove in Laguna Beach, California, are standing strong against the force of incoming breakers.
How different from yesterday’s post, and yet this image features the same tidal pool seen a bit later after the fog rolled in. And the gulls had found a new bathing spot.
