… a whole collection of watery and airy things. For once I manage to capture birds – one a camera-flirt to rival my great niece, even going so far as to sit on my knee. He also attempts to kidnap my scone, a very good one: he has discrimination.
There are plenty of sounds as I amble along the boardwalk: the throaty satisfaction of the pelicans as a fishing boat approaches; the croarrr of seagulls; the insistent ringing of invisible bell-birds; the lazy midday quarking of crows; the cello-coos of doves in the bridge superstructure; the metallic tap of walkers' shoes; the occasional whirrrr of an an approaching bike; the excited cry of a boy when he spots seals: “Mum! Look what I found”; and behind it all the continuous noise of traffic on the highway. Signs provide amusement, history, and an idea for a future walk.
The tide is heading towards low: colonies of sea urchins, indicators of healthy water, are easy to spot, nudged up against rocks. Ripples, oyster-encrusted rocks, the blue green under the bridge, even the mud and sand-patterns are all jewel-like.
Which brings me back to Fabergé, in case you're wondering. The stroll along the board walk began as an adjunct to going to the movies, to see Fabergé. Screening was cancelled because they'd sent John the wrong DVD, so I took my Fabergé where I could find him, along with many other treasures.
You can be assured, I will take that walk with you! Your descriptive paragraph is blissful, Meg. Croarrking gulls, cello-cooing doves and a must see and hear Mr. Pelican 🙂 That first sequence of photos almost stopped my heart. Take me with you!
Boat reflections reminded me of you. When are you coming to Australia?
Does this one qualify for a Monday walk?
Sally at Lens and Pens published a list of National Geographic events around the world last week. Sydney was there but I won’t have saved enough by next month (and I’ll be in Poland 🙂 )
We a such gadabouts! I’m glad I’ve come to rest for a while. Unsullied September looks inviting.