Lake Tyrrell in northern Victoria is one of those places that you have to make a plan to see. Whilst it’s off a main highway and easy enough to get to, the closest decent sized town is Swan Hill, a mere 75kms away.
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The following morning I headed out to Point Danger for the sunrise. It was cloudy and chilly and a light mist was hanging about, so I wasn’t expecting there to be much to photograph. And there wasn’t, although it did clear up enough to get a couple of pictures once the sun had cleared the horizon. Shortly after, the clouds gathered again and it started to rain properly so I went off in search of breakfast.
I took myself on a road trip to South Australia via Cape Bridgewater, because I’d always wanted to have a look at the petrified forest there. But first, a visit to Erskine Falls just outside of Lorne.
Because I'm clearly a few kangaroos short in the top paddock, I braved the cold for a jaunt out to Trentham Falls - the longest single drop waterfall in Victoria. It’s an easy walk from the car park to the viewing platforms, and getting to the base of the falls isn’t difficult. I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to pass out from the shock of actual exercise. Always a chance of hypothermia though.
Lake Eppalock is another place I’d never been to up until a couple of years ago. I’d always imagined it was at least 300kms away. When I was a kid, other people always seemed to be "going camping at Eppalock". I assumed you camped in places that were very far away from where you lived.
I was quite surprised when I discovered that it was just over an hour's drive from my place. I can’t ever remember going to Lake Eildon. I’m pretty sure I never went as a kid and I’ve certainly never been as an adult. I think Lake Mountain is probably the closest I’ve got. That’s about 70kms away, so not very close really. I decided to go when I heard there were dead trees poking out of the water (I like a dead-tree-in-lake photo). The lake didn’t disappoint, being quite low in the water department.
I recently spent some time working in Sydney with Nic Granleese at offices like these: Tragic, isn't it? Somewhat appropriately, this old camera was in the lobby of our digs. We're not talking "this is as big as your head" type of camera. We're talking "this is as big as you" type of camera. Me and Nic Granleese (www.nicgranleese.com) went on another walk around Melbourne one morning on a reccy for an upcoming job for a utility company. It didn't rain. Me and Nic Granleese (www.nicgranleese.com) went on a walk around Melbourne one morning on a reccy for an upcoming job for a utility company. It rained. There are times in my life when I’ve wondered how I can possibly afford to move to the coast, sustain a living and have decent internet. Such things were on my mind as I planned an overnight trip to Reeves Beach in Gippsland to photograph a perigee moon rise over the sea.
Before settling in for a quiet night (because of an early flight the next day...hateful!) we watched the sun begin its descent into the Arabian Sea from our cabin at Bogmalo Beach Resort. The blue sky began to turn orange and small groups of people gathered on the beach. One by one, the boats on the water began making their way back to shore. Before long, it was all over. The sun dropped, the light faded and our visit to India had come to an end. Thanks India. That was mighty good fun. Even with the boy's day of spewing!
Dawn/sunrise beach happenings. Yoga, running....some people are just too energetic in the morning. It's easy enough to be upright at dawn when the weather's warm but I can't see the appeal during winter. Wait, but it's winter in Goa now! Perhaps I wouldn't sleep at all if it was summer time. I walked for 2 and a half hours so I had two breakfasts that morning. That’s normal, right?? We went on a boat jaunt to a secluded beach that the locals call an island but "it isn’t really an island...there’s just no easy way to get to the beach, so we call it an island”. Can’t argue with the logic of India! Situated between Palolem and Agonda beaches, it's a tiny little place called Butterfly Beach and is accessible via boat or a trek through forest.
Some low light stuff to kick off the uni year. Webb Bridge at Docklands is a beautiful piece of work. I’ve seen some fantastic shots of it from all different angles. It’s a popular place so it vibrates when enough people are running on it.
Went on a girlie road trip with my bestie, Balders, who is truly fabulous and not just because she once got rid of a huntsman spider in my house while I hid in the local supermarket. She's also good at killing moths. My contribution to the friendship is that I will kick a wasp in the face if absolutely necessary. We filled the car with petrol, snacks and good tunes and headed up to Eden on the Sapphire Coast (NSW) via Lakes Entrance, Lake Tyers Beach (just for a look), Nowa Nowa, Orbost, Cann River and Genoa. I went for a drive to Bendigo and found this place. It was really eerie. Dead still, quiet, ominous white cloud. Nothing cheery about it. Just a huge rusting bucket dredge and an old drag line, both used on the goldfields, abandoned several decades ago.
It never ceases to amaze me how people can consider themselves so entitled that they can just leave their junk lying around to rust without any consideration for the environment left behind. Just after Easter, me and the better half went to Kangaroo Island in South Australia for a few days. We were rather chuffed to have some fabulous weather and it was relatively quietish tourist-wise. No queues, no taffic jams, no problems finding a park anywhere. Also no finding a sandwich anywhere outside of normal lunch hours. |
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