Funny how we take for granted, that which is in reach. I've grown up by the beach, you couldn't keep me away from it from pre-walking age through to moving to Brisbane. If it was light, and there was a wave, I was there.
You would think I would be trying to make my way down to the beach every day while I'm here, but somehow, things keep cropping up. Not today though. It was a very deliberate move on my part. There is something about the air at the beach that just lifts the spirits.
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| Early morning visitors, pale-headed rosella pair |
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| One half of said pair |
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| The jetty |
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| And below |
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| Yeah, pay attention |
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| Flagged |
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| No swimming, for good reason |
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| More flags |
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| Bluey |
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| Crashing |
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| Angry clouds, angry waves |
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| Jelly |
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| Incoming |
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| Featherweight |
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| Broken |
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| Ripples |
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| ONe half |
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| Crash |
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| Leaving only footprints |
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| Blowing in the wind |
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| Stranded |
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| Sand, tidal |
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| A swag of blueys |
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| First came the chips... |
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| Then there was the crab sanger |
Along with all the other bits and pieces you find while strolling along.
Of course, the famous crab sandwiches down by the beach at the cafe are also a good reason to go. Wins every time.
[Camera : 8.27am, 12.25pm-12.36pm, iPhone6s, 1.53pm-1.55pm; 23 March 2018]
