This time yesterday we were taking a tea and wee break in Hong Kong Airport. Sitting below a pink festive waterfall. Which inspired me to catch the pink dawn this morning .
I am not sure pale pink is a colour I normally associate with Hong Kong or Christmas but both worked for quiet contemplation before the hurly- burly, vivid carnival that is family life in Hong Kong.
Let it begin.
This time yesterday we were taking a tea and wee break in Hong Kong Airport. Sitting below a pink festive waterfall. Which inspired me to catch the pink dawn this morning .
I am not sure pale pink is a colour I normally associate with Hong Kong or Christmas but both worked for quiet contemplation before the hurly- burly, vivid carnival that is family life in Hong Kong.
Let it begin.
Our last day in Australia, except we were not expecting it to be our last day. A ticketing irregularity caught us on the hop. Only a chance phone call gave us the heads up of our error of thought.
Wednesday as it turned out was a day for surprises as earlier we had met an old friend from London. But in truth we had also sat there a whole 24 hours earlier because we got the day wrong. I have no idea why Wednesday had become such a time vortex.
All was well in the end and by the time Thursday dawned we were well on the way to Hong Kong. And so another adventure unfolds.
Missing our friend or missing our flights would have had sad consequences. As it happened neither occurred but it was pretty close.
What’s your favorite cartoon?
A somewhat self-indulgent blog. I like to create poster art out of my photographs. I am currently one week into my first visit to Australia. All the glorious things I have seen or the gorgeous people I have had the pleasure of meeting have made this a memorable week. I know that future visits will never quite put my creative head in the same spin as this week’s first impression. This cartoon captures some of my swirling thoughts. Vivid colours. Expansive seas. First Nations art, whilst remaining respectful and without misappropriation. Awe. The first scintilla of a love affair with a new to me country.
Australia gives great texture, there is texture in every direction. The nooks and crannies of life illuminated by bright sunlight that casts light and penetrates, making the shadows deeper and more intriguing. The brights more vivid and yet evanescent if cloud or shade passes
The way a different light distills imagery is endlessly fascinating and challenging. Making me plan new projects and considering different ways of exploring new subjects and old favourites.
What could you do less of?
What should or could I do less of? I have no idea.
Less is definitely more artistically, but as a lifestyle ethos I fear I would struggle to give up anything for very long. Even giving up chores or dull tasks might change life in a way that might not be comfortable. Floating imperceptibly from one Status Quo to the next suits me very well. Allowing life to dictate a path often works better than a rigid personal doctrine.
Plans have their place but serendipity often brings more enlightenment.
Slightly grotty weather and a desire for coffee drove us to an Artist Collective.
The Studio & Co. https://share.google/obOxuu9TDGIFxFUOR
The most delicious place to dodge the rain and be inspired to do more, not less.
My pondering head is ablaze currently, so much new inspiration, so much of everything in a new continent. Now is just not the time to be thinking of doing less of anything.
Even the trees in rain, spark a little twinkle in my soul.
What lies beneath…
What lies above…Well all cameras lie. Sydney Opera House is not white at all. Slightly cream tiles reflect the sun and cameras somehow translate that as white. Whatever colour it is the effect is both jaw dropping and magnificent.
What lies beneath, very much beneath is gorgeously, gloriously rusty and we all know how much I love rust so here it is. Not so jaw dropping but all great architecture requires firm underpinnings.
There is nothing quite like a road trip in a new country to promote pondering to the extreme. But just as in normal life,regular swimming in the sea quietens and distills loud and chaotic pondering. Swimming in foreign parts galvanises some very simple thoughts of how privileged/lucky/fortunate I am to be in this place at this moment, loving the ones I am with.
I am hopeless at remembering the correct lyrics in any song and often hopeless at decoding the sentiments expressed by lyrics.
13 year old me thought this was about making the best of any situation. My more hedonistic school friends thought it was all about a future giddiness that was opening up for infidelity and wild living.
I do rather like to make the best of any situation. It is not always a virtue and definitely annoys people, but my misunderstanding of these lyrics has kept my glass half full for a long while now. I would say it is half full for about 95%. The 5% of half empty keeps things real
Anyway the sea pools of Australia are fabulous and I am immune to the slight chill of Spring because my last swim at home was 10 degrees.
Googling Love the One you are With created an excellent AI precis.
Now as any well tuned woman knows AI is about as accurate as mansplaining . However as my earliest interpretation is highlighted in blue I will take this as a rare moment of AI accuracy.
For certain these are the good times, thank you for the earworm Stephen Stills.
An earworm that accompanied me on an early morning naked swim or bob.
With an unusual companion. Meet Fay…
Tidal pool gold at Bermagui tonight after two pilgrimages to pools that were under refurbishment. A man-made wall and a shark net creates the enclosure but fish are happy to swim with us while we bobbed.
The word we might have used for this swimming spot would be sublime. But we had already had a sublime morning experience at Sublime Point lookout.
Two superlatives in one day seems a little greedy, but that is the way of our days currently. One superlative after another.
So far a trip of many superlatives. I will have to backtrack quite a bit in future blogs because each little moment of surprise and awe needs pondering on. And quite honestly pondering and reflecting on this trip might take forever.
Pondering being on the other side of the world and taking some time out to bob about in an altogether warmer sea pool than normal.
As it turns out other bobbers have bobbed in this same pool before me .
As is so often the case photography cannot quite catch the vivid colours completely accurately.
But my pre prepared colour charts. Random as they may have seemed in a grey and dismal English November, can be used to accurately pick out the colours I will need to recreate the vivid blues and greens of the sea and the gorgeous cappuccino creamy flush as sand and breaking waves mingle in the liminal space of the shore line.
Now the burning question is to sketch or swim?
An unusual choice for 6 am. Maybe both if I am quick!
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