Eagles Nest, Inverloch, Victoria, Australia
Eagles Nest on the lands of the Bunurong peoples in Inverloch has been on my wish list since I took photography back up again several years ago when I developed schizophrenia and a cognitive disability and was no longer able to write my erotic prose as a creative outlet.
On Wednesday my support worker and I drove the 2.5hrs from Melbourne to see the iconic rock formation.
Whilst there three women decided to come take selfies in my shots. They knew I was shooting cos they kept looking at me, but stayed around for about 30mins. Patience is a virtue and I was able to crop them out of those images I couldn't wait taking in post production.
Unfortunately the sky did not play nice and it was a bit on the freezing side, but tide was out so we could walk all the way out to the rock and I was able to take 200 images (kept 148) whilst there.
Whilst out for the two hours I knew that the tide was slowly coming in but only a fraction of a meter so I wasn't concerned, only to find our path back to the beach meant walking ankle deep in cold water. Luckily I had my sandals on and could roll up my pants!
Eagles Nest, Inverloch, Victoria, Australia
Eagles Nest on the lands of the Bunurong peoples in Inverloch has been on my wish list since I took photography back up again several years ago when I developed schizophrenia and a cognitive disability and was no longer able to write my erotic prose as a creative outlet.
On Wednesday my support worker and I drove the 2.5hrs from Melbourne to see the iconic rock formation.
Whilst there three women decided to come take selfies in my shots. They knew I was shooting cos they kept looking at me, but stayed around for about 30mins. Patience is a virtue and I was able to crop them out of those images I couldn't wait taking in post production.
Unfortunately the sky did not play nice and it was a bit on the freezing side, but tide was out so we could walk all the way out to the rock and I was able to take 200 images (kept 148) whilst there.
Whilst out for the two hours I knew that the tide was slowly coming in but only a fraction of a meter so I wasn't concerned, only to find our path back to the beach meant walking ankle deep in cold water. Luckily I had my sandals on and could roll up my pants!