Oops — who let the balloon go? Who dropped the bottle top?
On my weekend away one of the children accidentally killed two small hermit crabs by bringing them home from the beach along with other pretty shells.
It wasn’t ‘oops’ so much as sad.
Her mistake was very small, but globally, en masse, we are making much bigger ones.
Our beaches and increasingly barren inter-tidal zones are showing the stress of human carelessness.
Oops. Don’t let go of that balloon.
See more ‘oops’ moments from the Weekly Photo Challenge here
Swirling seawater blurs the textures and shapes of sea life in this hidden tidal pool.
It seems fitting that my camera phone couldn’t capture the fine detail of these velvet pillows and lacy underwater trees, because the pool was so pristine I felt I had no right to be there. Continue reading
Circles converge upon a central space.
Lines converge in the rock face.
What happens when the rich and greedy converge on a beautiful place?
They fill and cover sandstone swirls with bricks and mortar, so their ocean views won’t collapse into the water.
View other convergences here.
Early one morning after a big storm in Sydney, I discovered this car on the footpath beside the river.
For a few moments I imagined it dredged from the river bed by the wild storm surge and surfing the waves over the fence. What an achievement! Continue reading
This evening I went for a walk beside the Cooks River for the first time since I became its near neighbour. It was pleasant in the drizzle, calming to be away from traffic and noise.
I saw a chittering willy wag tail and mud-brown ducks; blossoming paperbarks and plump creamy mushrooms. I saw a long-necked bird swimming, its whole body submerged. And among the mangrove roots, I found a sorry reflection of urban Australian society. (Click on any image for full size).
Sometimes I despair of humans. If we can’t even manage our own careless waste, how can we ever live harmoniously and sustainably on the planet?
Check out other people’s interpretation of this theme for some lovely & more optimistic photos.
A friend and I went for a walk on a rainy day and discovered that the Cooks river had burst its banks. We couldn’t walk any further along this path without getting our feet wet. Continue reading
One of the Sydney Park swans – on a holiday at the Cooks River.
The curve of a swan’s neck.
The curve of wings.
In close-up: The curves in the feathers.
I heard an Aboriginal man on radio say there were once huge flocks of black swans on the East Coast of Australia. Before the Europeans came. Continue reading