Every walk along Potato Point Beach is different, no matter how often I do it. This day, the bush is still showing signs of recent heavy rain and the creek is open to the sea. Neat sandledges have formed and the water is amber-coloured. The sea has left ripples behind, in the sand and under the water.
My eye has been colonised by Paula’s 5-word challenge: I notice sharp hooks I wouldn’t have seen before in one piece of seaweed, which nurses grains of coarse sand. Other seaweed nestles in the tracks of the tide.
I add a word of my own to shape my seeing: simplicity.
When I reach the rockface at the northern end of the beach, Paula’s challenge is activated again, this time my eye is attuned to branching, in the patterns on the rock-face, and in the shaping of sand.
Shells, pebbles and seaweed bubbles cluster, or lie defiantly alone.
Out at sea, a rare sight except during the Sydney-Hobart yacht race: a sailing boat moving slowly along the horizon line.
Then back to the creek and up through the village to that place I occasionally visit and call home.
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Paula said:
Meg, I haven’t seen your pingback before I apologise. There are marvels on your beach I haven’t seen anywhere else. Love the beautiful abstract captures you took. Thank you so much, Meg.
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morselsandscraps said:
No apology needed. I wasn’t intending it to so much be part of the challenge, as to acknowledge the inspiration the challenge gave my eyes.
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Paula said:
🙂
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Heyjude said:
You live in such natural beauty and miscellany. I only wish I could walk to a beach like yours and not have to drive to one which then adds the anxiety of finding a parking space…
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Sue said:
Like Tish, I love your Potato Point essays! Your details are lovely, those rocks, the branch in seaweeds, those seeds!
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morselsandscraps said:
The seeds were very lucky. My camera doesn’t usually do such a good job.
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Sue said:
Well, you were nicely blessed that day!
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Tish Farrell said:
I love your Potato Point essays, and this is no exception. I love the moment though when my attention is drawn from the beach and all the details you have spotted, and you/I look up to see that sailing boat on the horizon, and the gaze opens out…most spirit lifting all round.
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morselsandscraps said:
I’m glad I can offer you pleasure in return for all the diverse pleasures you give me.
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Tish Farrell said:
🙂
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Lucid Gypsy said:
How on earth did the sea draw such straight lines in the sand? Nature never ceases to surprise. Your first set of rocks are beauties, they almost look as if they would reflect. Doesn’t anyone sail past Potato Point then, they don’t know what they’re missing. I absolutely love the peeping tomatoey seeds x:-)x
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morselsandscraps said:
It’s a real demonstration of the claim that you can never walk into the same river twice. Occasional sailboats, but I think whales are more common. That bluey colour in the rocks gets me every time, and standing back a bit instead of going for extreme closeup is also a revelation.
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restlessjo said:
What a beautiful morning stroll! Paula will be so proud of you, and I love the details you invest your time in. It’s a wild looking beach, Meg, the tussle with nature ever present. I love it! 🙂 🙂
Did you get Skype time this weekend? All well in Warsawa?
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morselsandscraps said:
In 37 minutes!!!
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restlessjo said:
Counting down 🙂 🙂
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