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Out in search of Elephants we saw a number of these reptiles warming themselves in the sun - this was by far the largest!
Self Portrait - Taken for my Digital Photography Boot Camp homework!
I don't know why, but I am drawn to sunny spots when I read and love to sunbake while reading. It's winter at the moment, so any sunbaking is a welcome warmth! Thought it was ironic that I was aiming for a nice sunny effect, when the book I'm reading is The Way of the Shadows...
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I was checking out an apartment on the weekend with my partner and this vision appeared below; how could I resist. Love the shadow and the well placed sign, leaves something to imagine perhaps. Shot on the trusty old G10! Still works.
In Australia you can lazily sunbake with kangaroos on sandy beaches. Here in the foredune kangaroos relax in the afternoon sunshine.
Manly beach, Sydney summer 2019. Leica CL, M-Rokkor 40mm f/2, Ilford HP5+ in XTOL developer 1+1 12min 20C. V700 scan.
Australian Water dragon (Physignathus lesueurii) seen in a Brisbane park sunbaking, catching up with friends and swimming in the ponds.
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Day 60
The first day in Phnom Penh I walked around aimlessly until my legs were too tired to carry me around the humid, smog-filled city any longer. I much prefer the smaller towns to the bigger cities, I kind of feel lost when I’m by myself in the hustle and bustle. After browsing the ginormous market for hours, I retired to my hostel in the early afternoon contemplating my next move. It was Australia Day, so I was keen to find a party, but no one in my hostel bar really looked the type. I was considering changing accommodation to find somewhere with a livelier atmosphere, and right at that moment Miguel, Teresa and Cecile, the three friendly Belgians I’d met on the bus the previous day walked past the window of my hostel. I packed up my laptop, chased them down the street and the next thing I know, I’m checked into their hostel and we are smashing cheap jugs of beer and playing drinking games. How quickly things can change!
My time in Phnom Penh was more an educational experience than anything else. Cambodia has a horrific past, and I spent days learning about the Khmer Rouge and the genocide that took place only 40 years ago which wiped out nearly a quarter of the countries population. It’s a sickening feeling when you come to the realisation that many people you see on the street lived through this nightmare or have been directly affected by it in one way or another. S-21, a school turned torture prison, and the killing fields were confronting, but I’m glad that I took the time to visit these sights.
The next day I seeked an activity which wasn’t as depressing and rented a bicycle to ride out to the Silk Island, despite multiple people telling me that it was too far away. I must admit it was a pretty strenuous ride, especially in the heat, but my one-geared rusty bike had Ralli-Art stickers so it seemed like a good idea at the time. It was such a rush weaving in and out of the frantic traffic, peddling as hard as I could not to get in peoples way, using Tuk Tuk’s to block my path through roundabouts and jumping up on sidewalks to take short cuts all whilst the other vehicles on the road whizzed around me, almost grazing me as they drove by. Taking the ferry across the river to the Silk Island I met a friendly Khmer man and we got chatting for a while. He was excited because he was on his lunch break and his mum was preparing his favourite dish – garlic and chilli snake fish with morning glory greens and shredded mango. He invited me back to his place to have lunch with him and his family, so I pedaled alongside him back to his childhood village as he told me stories of his past. I was skeptical of his kindness at first, so when we got to his house I secured all my valuables and cased the joint like I was planning a bank robbery. But after seeing the way the energetic dogs ran up to greet him when we arrived, his mother and grandmother cooking up a storm in the kitchen and the hospitality in which he welcomed me, I let my guard down. What a truly amazing experience I’ve been gifted here: to be welcomed into someone’s house and fed a banquet of food until the button on my shorts could take no more strain. The entire ride home I could not wipe the ear-to-ear smile that was spread across my face. Life, why are you so damn good to me?
Later that night I went out for dinner with friends, and a girl I was with almost got her handbag stolen by a man driving past on a motorbike. In one day I witnessed the best and worst kind of people in Cambodia.
I spent a few days in the sleepy town of Kampot, where the most exhilarating thing that happened to me was when the rubber part of my headphones got stuck in my ear. While the surrounding nature parks were underwhelming to say the least, chilling out by the riverside bars slurping down delicious fruit shakes was a great way to pass the time.
One night I went out on a boat searching for fireflys. The fireflys themselves were kind of cool, but ruined by the tourists taking photos of them with the flash on!? I’m not even going to go into that one. But the fireflys weren’t even the highlight. The highlight was the return journey home - when the captain turned off all the lights leaving us in quiet blackness, I layed on the wooden deck as we floated down the river, belly full from gorging on tasty beef noodles, listened to chilled out music on my ipod and stared at the bright moon and stars that dangled from above. In that peaceful moment, I completely forgot there were 15 other people on board and I was just in a world of my own…that is, until people started shrieking at the incoming boat and they flipped on all the lights.
After Kampot I made my way to Sihanoukville. Standing on the beach admiring the sunset over the many small islands that are scattered across the still ocean…then turn around to see a commotion of nightclubs full to the brim with hoards of 18 – 21 year olds getting wasted. This place is actually the border between heaven and hell, I could not leave soon enough. The next morning I took the first ferry out of that cesspool of drugs, alcohol and shirtless douchebags and floated on to Koh Rong. Everyone I’ve talked to says that Koh Rong is a magical place, much like what the Thailand islands used to be before they were poisoned by tourism. When we docked, my first impression was that it was a bit busier than I was expecting, but it was beautiful none the less. A short row of restaurants, bars and hostels all facing the water as the sun smiles down on all the jovial travelers frolicking in the water. I spent a few days here with my Swedish free-spirited friends Alex and Beatrice, drinking mango and rum mixers on the beach, listening to good tunes and appreciating the highs in life.
One night we went out on a boat to do some snorkeling, catch some fish and watch the sunset. As the boat swayed over the ocean, we sat back drinking beers while the boat crew barbecued freshly caught fish over hot coals. On one side of us the sun was setting over the horizon and burnt the sky a warm orange which faded up into a deep navy blue, then on the other side the glowing full moon was climbing its way into position for the night. Twisting and turning, back and forth, I could not decide which was a better view. Man, it’s surreal moments like those that you experience whilst travelling that you can’t even begin to describe without sounding like an absolute d-bag.
After about 4 nights of barely any sleep, because I’d stupidly decided to save money and stay at the cheap hostel that was above one of the most popular bars on the beach, it was time to head over to the Long Beach to see what all the whispers were about. I could’ve taken the ferry around the island, but where is the fun in that? Instead I stuffed as much as I could into my backpack, loaded up on water and set off into the jungle. I trekked up and over the island through dense vegetation, got lost multiple times, abseiled down massive rock formations until I finally arrived at my destination. Trudging out from under the tree line, I was absolutely overwhelmed by the blindingly white sand, the turquoise water and the endless row of palm trees that continued on for as far as I could see. I tell you what, it takes a frickin long time to walk 7km along a beach when you are singing and dancing knee deep in the water and stopping every two minutes to take pictures. Without a living soul in sight, I decided to strip off and take a quick skinny dip to cool my bones. There are such amazing places to visit in the world which will cost you no more than a packet of peanuts if you are willing to look past a travel brochure and dare to be adventurous. $10 a night for my own private bungalow on one of the best beaches in the world - it was so luxurious that a bat decided to fly in and join me halfway through the night.
I’ve been indulging in this island lifestyle for about a week now and I think it’s time to move on. It’s all a bit too relaxing for mine. Alex is off having a siesta in his bungalow, Beatrice is on the beach sunbaking the Swedish out of her skin, I’m sprawled out on a massive bamboo bucket seat and my biggest worry in life is whether to have the squid or the shrimp for lunch.
JGazz – squid it is
Cleo meaning 'glory', spends most of her time sunbaking in her backyard. She's the type of girl you idolise. She' strong and witty. She's sassy but humorous. A mixture all in one really.
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The Dawn Fraser Swimming Pool is important for its historic associations with the development of recreational and competitive swimming and water polo in Australia. It has had particular associations since 1884 with the Balmain Amateur Swimming and Life Saving Club, the oldest active swimming club in Australia.
The pool's name honours the club's most famous member, a winner of gold medals in three Olympic Games, whose swimming career was established at the pool. This is one of the few surviving tidal public baths which were once common in Sydney Harbour, and it is the only one complete with most of its buildings.
These 1904-24 buildings are important for the way they demonstrate the characteristics of early twentieth century public baths. The pool is also of considerable social value as a venue which has been used for sport and recreation by the Balmain community from 1883 to the present.
Description:
An irregularly shaped portion of Sydney Harbour, used as swimming baths, enclosed by a timber structure supported by timber piles where it is above the water. The entance to the baths is marked by a squat tower, separating two timber buildings along the curve of the foreshore, which contain the changing rooms for men and women and the swimming pool office.
The buildings opposite, on the harbour side, house the Balmain Swimming and Life Saving Club. They comprise club change rooms and a tiered stand for spectators. The room in the tower houses the archives of the swimming club, which go back to its foundation in 1884, and also serves as a club meeting room.
The pool itself is surrounded by a timber deck used for access, watching swimming races, sunbaking, etc. At low tide there is a small sandy beach alongside entrance.
History: a tidal swimming pool, 30 yards long, and associated structures were established at this site, in 1883. The pool was remodelled and enlarged in 1904, when Elkington Park was landscaped, and again in 1924. Each time the enclosed area was increased and the buildings were improved. The complex was renovated in 1983.
In 1964 the pool was renamed in honour of Dawn Fraser, local resident and Olympic Swimming Champion at three consecutive games. She learnt to swim at the pool and swam with the Leichhardt-Balmain League of Swimmers from the ages of eight to thirteen, then had two seasons with the Balmain Ladies Club and won two New South Wales Championships.
The Balmain Swimming and Life Saving Club, thought to be the first such club in Australia, was founded in March 1884, shortly after the pool was opened. When it celebrated its centenary, it was the first Australian swimming club to do so, and few others have done so since. Many of its members have achieved distinction, in swimming, water polo, diving and life saving. Australia's first water polo game is believed to have been played at the pool. The Balmain Club won the initial New South Wales Polo Premiership in the 1895-96 season.
Creator: Unidentified.
Location: Palm Islands, Queensland.
Description: Young unidentified woman is wearing a large sunhat at the beach. Behind her is a wooden jetty and a sailing boat moored in the shallows.Palm Island is a tropical island situated 70 km north of Townsville, off the coast near Ingham. Palm Island is an Aboriginal Community with population of approximately 3000. Palm Island is surrounded by thirteen smaller islands, and is part of the Great Barrier Reef Marine Park. Collection reference: 6268 J Kenneth Brown Photograph Albums.
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Manly beach, Sydney, summer 2018. Leica IIIc Cosina-Voigtlander 21mm f/4 LTM Ilford HP5+ rated at iso100 in XTOL 1+1.
A pair of Red Belly Black snakes basking on a log in the Tidbinbilla Nature Reserve near Canberra. Aren't they beautiful!
In the far north west of Australia’s, Western Australia, is a rocky oasis that you can climb down into known as The Grotto, which is where on a previous trip, I saw this Merten’s Water Monitor, Varanus mertensi, sunbaking on the edge of a rock pool.
From the top this area looks very rocky with a few greener trees in the valley at the bottom of the surrounding rocks. Walking down into the grotto area though brings you to a great cool little waterhole which is a welcome relief from the constant heat in this region.
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Sailors from Matrosen-Regiment 1 enjoying some warm coastal weather in Flanders, circa 1916.
The 1st and 2nd Matrosen (Sailors) Regiments along with naval artillery batteries and naval air squadrons were stationed in Flanders along the Belgian coast from 1914-18. The regiments were quickly expanded to divisional strength and along with the Naval Infantry Division (formed from the Seebatallione) became the Marinekorps Flandern.
Manly beach, Sydney, summer 2019. Olympus OM4-Ti, OM Zuiko 35mm f/2, New Kodak Ektachrome 100 exposed at +2/3 to +1EV. Noritsu photo lab scan 2400dpi. No colour adjustment. Minor tone adjustment in LR6.
White out at Catherine Hill Bay during a storm. Swell around 5 meters. Not a day for surfing or sunbaking
Displayed at Smith and Caughey in Auckland NZ for their Christmas 2008 window. Previously used in David Jones 2006 Christmas windows in Sydney. StudioM was contracted by an animations and Promotions company in Jan 2006, to firstly design the six scenes and provide presentation material for the tender. Once our design had been chosen, the promotions company contracted StudioM to create the scenes for the six David Jones windows, supervising and coordinating components within the scenes. We did this at StudioM's small home studio. The Promotions company delivered the blank scenes made of steel frames with the sides covered with undercoated plywood, plus the extra plywood, some paint, latex and styrene needed to our studio and picked up each of the six scenes as we finished them, siting them in their factory where they put in some motion, lighting and external finishes. It was here that the VM managers from David Jones viewed them each time a full window scene was finished. The motion of simplistic up and down movements was created by the insertion of an overhead rotating shaft and cam system. These cams connected with fishing lines attached to the objects below which created some movement as the cams rotated. It is a simple basic system widely used. The scene was recycled and used again at Smith and Caugheys two years later.
This middle part of the scene shows the six laying geese are struggling hard to lay. One has a happy clucky look whilst another is knitting web shaped bootees and one should be looking up to the partridge which has dropped a calling card on her head. Juanita made dancing ladies,geese, partridge and mouse to my drawings and specifications. StudioM added all the little bits to them. StudioM drew the templates for each individual piece of the maids, the drummers, the pipers, the lords from which Greg at the promotions company cut them out. StudioM painted the drummers and the pipers, made the snail for the french scene, and the turtle doves. StudioM designed the arms of the drummers/pipers so they would lift and drop in unison when pulled and dropped off at the same point from above and my husband added some weight to each arm to assist in this. The 5 is on the gatepost, the 6 a row of ants in front of goose with twins, the 1 is on pear which the partridge has pecked at, the 4 is yet to go on as 'Area 4' on an information chart that a calling bird from a call centre will hold under its wing, and the 12 is a mob of sheep on the far hill. The sunbaking mouse was a later request of mine to Juanita for her to make to fill in a bare spot and add some more humour. StudioM positioned all puppets bar the 4 calling birds at our studio before the scene's delivery to the factory of the promotions company. The original drawings, sketches, templates, and presentation brief are held by StudioM.
To view many more closeup and interesting shots of this and the other five scenes look at www.flickr.com/photos/silverspot/sets/72157627374956322/
near Manly beach, Sydney, summer 2017. Rollei 35S (Zeiss Sonnar f2.8) Agfa APX100 in Rodinal.
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7DOS That's boring Colourful Thursday - lying on the beach all afternoon would bore me to tears these days and not to mention the sunburn - when I was younger it was the in thing to do - today I much prefer to walk along the beach or go for a quick dip, sit for a short time while I dry off
The rising tide has washed up this shiny glistening bundle of what I suppose to be the seaweed Phyllospora comosa, crayweed.
Lying in the sunshine is de rigueur for lizards. The Sun is where plants get their energy to pull CO₂ out of the atmosphere to save us from ourselves; and those girls further up the beach in their coveralls and hijabs need to uncover enough to get their vitamin D fix. Too much of it is bad for human skin — making wrinkles, spots and cancers. Sunbaking on the sand is not good at all for seaweeds which need to be covered; or desiccate and perish on the land.
Don't fret. This is the cycle of life. That weed in dying and decaying later on the beach will create habitat and deliver nutrients up the food chain. It will feed arthropods that the oyster catchers eat and their droppings will distribute much needed nitrogen and phosphorus.
The layer of nice thick slime looks like a different version of sun protection for this turtle basking in the heat of Australia's tropics.
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This freshwater Krefft's River, or Short-necked, Turtle, Emydura krefftii, is only naturally found in Queensland on the coastal side of the Great Dividing Range. It has yellow facial stripes back from the eye and also along the lower jaw.
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COVID-19 lockdown could be an excuse to hide away inside and binge watch whatever wastes your brain. Don't let it get you down!
Instead, get into the light as best you can. Staying in the dark is a real health risk in itself. Apart from simply lifting your spirit, sunlight on skin is the most natural and best source of vitamin D. Without it, your world is going to get even worse than you imagine it is now.
Your body is like a big solar array. You know too much sun, or at least the UV light in solar radiation, is not great for your skin. The best advice about getting your dose of vitamin D is to expose as much skin as your can to the sun for a short while rather than a little for a long time. Simple! So, get naked and lie in the sun.*
Reptiles have been following this advice since the Mesozoic so there must be something to this basking caper. Sure, you can get you vitamins in a pill or injection. If you are under a burqa or a niqab, a vegetarian or a vegan you really need to be extra careful. Self-imposed vitamin deficiences or dependency on the health sector to give you a chemical factory hit turns your back on a natural lifestyle and puts a self-induced strain on a system already struggling. Besides, right now you want to do the best you can for your metabolism so it can support your cellular processes and immune system. Natural is best.
Apart from some pretty unusual metabolic processes in sulphur-reducing bacteria all life gets its energy from the Sun. These tomatoes, fellows of these beauties and all off that one bush are basking as a risk management response to the changing season. On the eve of the first light frosts these babies were too good to lose; pretty mature, getting a certain translucence to them. Brought in from the cold they can still ripen. They are alive and just need the energy to move them along to ripeness. This the thing with risk. Done well it leads to reward.
*Before you do nude up in your park, yard, beach or balcony check your sight lines and local regulations!