beaches
October 31st 2007 05:57
I’m not here to wax lyrical about that horrendous chick flick starring Bette Midler and Barbara Hershey. God forbid. I’m here to lay down some gorgeous images of beaches and bays. Summer is fast approaching down under, so its time to sort your bikini and board-shorts out boys and girls!
In the meantime, I’ll say that I spent my childhood and adolescent years spending weeks and weeks at a time in the Coromandel Peninsula on the North Island of New Zealand during the summer school break. It helped having a father who was a drama school teacher, as his holidays coincided, so we were away for up to two months! It was bliss.
Lonely Bay was my favourite. It had the most awesome soft pebble sand. But it also had a ferocious undertow. The bluff beside the beach was known as Shakespeare’s Cliff because from certain angles the craggy rock face looked like the bard’s profile (although as a young boy this meant nothing to me). There was hardly anyone there ever, and you could skinny-dip to your heart's content!
I’ve always admired the long stretches of beach, especially the white sandy ones. There was a beach we’d visit while summer holidaying which had streaks of black iron through the grey-white sand. As I possessed a rather dark sense of humour I’d scoop up a handful of the dark sand and then throw it across the white sand at an angle and create what looked remarkably similar to the crash site of the Mount Erebus Air New Zealand airplane disaster. Terrible, I know, but it looked damn impressive.
Wouldn’t it be grand to own your own beach? Some of the super-rich bastards in the world do. The Richard Bransons, who not only have their own beaches, but own their own damn islands as well! Just give me a quite little bay somewhere in the Mediterranean, and I’ll be happy. As long as the sharks don’t stray too close.
Well, enough of the fond memories from my youth and the fanciful dreams of my adult life. Here is a selection of beach pics. I couldn’t help but throw in a couple of the same beach, the photography demanded it. And it is the photography that counts in capturing the beauty of a beach. If it’s overcast, it’s all over.
Damn, I need to by lying on these beaches! Right now! But where does one start? I am lucky though, living in Sydney, Australia, there are some fabulous beaches around where I live in the Eastern suburbs ... But I gotta get my tanned ass back to Lonely Bay, or perhaps Waikiki ... Ipanema is alluring, I just wonder how much of distraction the local fare would be from the beach itself.
In the meantime, I’ll say that I spent my childhood and adolescent years spending weeks and weeks at a time in the Coromandel Peninsula on the North Island of New Zealand during the summer school break. It helped having a father who was a drama school teacher, as his holidays coincided, so we were away for up to two months! It was bliss.
Lonely Bay was my favourite. It had the most awesome soft pebble sand. But it also had a ferocious undertow. The bluff beside the beach was known as Shakespeare’s Cliff because from certain angles the craggy rock face looked like the bard’s profile (although as a young boy this meant nothing to me). There was hardly anyone there ever, and you could skinny-dip to your heart's content!
I’ve always admired the long stretches of beach, especially the white sandy ones. There was a beach we’d visit while summer holidaying which had streaks of black iron through the grey-white sand. As I possessed a rather dark sense of humour I’d scoop up a handful of the dark sand and then throw it across the white sand at an angle and create what looked remarkably similar to the crash site of the Mount Erebus Air New Zealand airplane disaster. Terrible, I know, but it looked damn impressive.
Wouldn’t it be grand to own your own beach? Some of the super-rich bastards in the world do. The Richard Bransons, who not only have their own beaches, but own their own damn islands as well! Just give me a quite little bay somewhere in the Mediterranean, and I’ll be happy. As long as the sharks don’t stray too close.
Well, enough of the fond memories from my youth and the fanciful dreams of my adult life. Here is a selection of beach pics. I couldn’t help but throw in a couple of the same beach, the photography demanded it. And it is the photography that counts in capturing the beauty of a beach. If it’s overcast, it’s all over.
Damn, I need to by lying on these beaches! Right now! But where does one start? I am lucky though, living in Sydney, Australia, there are some fabulous beaches around where I live in the Eastern suburbs ... But I gotta get my tanned ass back to Lonely Bay, or perhaps Waikiki ... Ipanema is alluring, I just wonder how much of distraction the local fare would be from the beach itself.
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Love the images. The last shot reminds me of Mrs NG in her not so distant younger days.
. . . . hmmm memories.
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