Safety Beach Melbourne for Treasure Tuesday

 

Joel’s son marked his birthday over the past weekend, and amid the quiet margins of that family celebration I set out alone for a brief drive toward the city’s shoreline, drawn by the promise of sunset and the reflective stillness that accompanies the day’s last light. The roads gradually widened and flattened as they approached the coast, the air acquiring that faint mineral scent of salt and seaweed long before the water itself came into view. It was a small pilgrimage — not merely to witness a sunset, but to stand in a place where the rhythms of the city yield to the older, more patient cadence of the ocean.

City beaches in Australia carry layered histories that extend far beyond their modern role as recreational landscapes. Long before promenades, car parks, and lifeguard towers appeared, these shores were gathering grounds for Indigenous communities whose connection to the coastline was ecological, cultural, and spiritual. The intertidal zones provided shellfish and fish; dunes sheltered native grasses and birdlife; tidal pools became quiet classrooms of observation and respect for the living sea. With European settlement came a gradual transformation: jetties constructed for trade, bathing pavilions erected in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries as seaside leisure became fashionable, and eventually surf lifesaving clubs — uniquely Australian institutions — formed to patrol waters that were both alluring and unforgiving.

As I arrived, the tide was easing outward, exposing stretches of wet sand that mirrored the sky like darkened glass. The urban skyline behind me seemed to dissolve into silhouettes, while the ocean absorbed the shifting colours of evening — ochres, pale violets, and the deepening copper of a sun sinking toward the horizon. Gulls circled in uneven arcs, their calls punctuating the low percussion of waves collapsing onto the shore. Families lingered with takeaway coffees, runners traced steady lines along the water’s edge, and solitary figures paused as if caught between the urgency of city life and the timeless pull of the sea.

The sunset unfolded gradually rather than theatrically — a patient dimming that rendered the beach both intimate and expansive. Each grain of sand, each ripple of tide, felt like part of a much older narrative, one that long predates birthdays, buildings, and passing weekends. Standing there, watching the light dissolve into dusk, the day’s small obligations seemed to soften. The city receded; the shoreline remained — a threshold between histories, between human stories and the enduring, elemental presence of the ocean.

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Sunset of Brighton Beach Melbourne for Sunday Best

 

A peculiar radiance spills from beneath the cloudbank, casting a quiet, otherworldly glow across the horizon, while an oil tanker rests in silhouette to the right, steady and immense against the fading light. At Brighton Beach in Melbourne, I find myself returning again and again to this same spectacle: a sunset that seems less an ending of the day than a slow unveiling of hidden fire, where sky and sea conspire to paint the evening in solemn gold and muted flame.

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Brighton Beach, Melbourne for Skywatch Friday

 

At the same stretch of Brighton Beach, where the horizon usually softens into pale blues and orderly pastels, the sunset arrived transformed. The sky did not fade so much as ignite. Persistent bushfires burning through the rural hinterlands had filled the air with smoke fine enough to filter the light, and the sun, lowered to the edge of the world, surrendered its usual brilliance to something deeper and more elemental.

The evening unfolded in layers of orange and molten gold. Smoke scattered the shorter wavelengths of light, leaving behind a spectrum that felt both sumptuous and unsettling. The sea mirrored this altered sky, its surface burnished, as if the day itself were being smelted into colour before it disappeared. What might have been a routine coastal dusk became a spectacle born of distance and destruction—fire shaping beauty far from its source.

There was a quiet tension in that moment. The sky’s richness carried the knowledge of burning forests, of heat and wind moving through rural valleys, of lives and landscapes under strain. And yet, standing on the sand, the light was undeniably arresting: a reminder of how intimately connected city and countryside are, how the atmosphere carries stories across hundreds of kilometres. Brighton’s sunset that evening was not just a closing of the day, but a visible trace of fire, climate, and land—an amber testament to a season that refuses to stay in the background.

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Brighton Beach, Melbourne for Water H2O Thursday

 

I have taken countless photographs along Brighton Beach, but lately the calm it is known for feels almost theoretical. On this day, the shoreline was thick with people—towels pressed edge to edge, voices layered over the surf, the beach transformed into a living, shifting mass. Brighton remains one of Melbourne’s most affluent seaside suburbs, but in summer it opens itself to the city, and privilege briefly shares space with everyone willing to endure the heat.

The heat was still lodged in my body. Only days earlier, Swan Hill had been brutal, the temperature pushing toward 50 degrees, the kind of heat that leaves no room for relief. I had been there moving between nursing homes, consulting in slow, airless afternoons where time seemed to stretch and the sun bore down without mercy. Brighton, despite the crowd, felt different—salt air cutting through the heaviness, the bay offering a promise of reprieve even as the sand burned underfoot.

Joel and I navigated through the packed beach, looking for that familiar Instagram vantage point—the frame where the bathing boxes anchor the foreground, the water opens behind them, and the city skyline appears faint and distant across the bay. Finding it required patience: waiting for bodies to shift, for umbrellas to fold, for a brief clearing in the constant motion. The scene was all layers—heritage and leisure in front, the working city hovering far beyond, held together by light and heat.

Brighton itself has shifted with time. Once dominated by old money, restrained architecture, and quiet routines, the suburb now reflects a broader demographic mix. Young families, professionals, and newer migrant communities have reshaped its streets and rhythms. Grand houses have been expanded or replaced, cafés and fitness studios line once-sleepy strips, and the beach—once a symbol of exclusivity—has become a public common in summer, crowded and democratic.

Standing there with the camera, surrounded by noise, movement, and bodies, the contrast was striking. The bathing boxes remained orderly and unchanged, the skyline still distant, but everything in between was alive and pressing. Brighton, for all its polish, now absorbs the city in waves—accepting the crowd, the heat, and the constant redefinition of who belongs along its shore.

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Broadford Motorcycle race images for Sunday Best

 

A few days past, a correspondent from the ABC wrote to me, requesting leave to use several photographs from my website. Only then did memory return with a certain clarity: those images were taken under special access, granted through a photographer friend who worked along the racing line. I recalled, almost with surprise, the sheer immersion of that day—how I stood at the edge of the track, the air taut with speed and heat, and captured more than three thousand frames.

I had been practising the art of panning, training my lens to follow those swift and thunderous creatures as they carved their way through the course. Each pass was a blur of motion, each shutter-click an attempt to catch grace within velocity. It was a day spent in pursuit of the perfect line, the perfect balance between steadiness and instinct—a quiet apprenticeship undertaken amidst roaring power and fleeting light.

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Westgate Park Sunset with reflection for Water H2O Thursday

 

This was taken just before my locum assignment a month ago, when Joel and I returned for a second attempt—chasing the kind of light that makes a place feel briefly enchanted. The air was thick with rye grass, that familiar sting already prickling at Joel’s eyes and, soon enough, at mine. We became reluctant pilgrims, hiding in the car with the windows sealed, watching the world sway in golden dust until the sun softened enough for us to brave it.

When the sunset finally unfurled, it felt like an invitation. The sky melted into tones of peach and ember, and the bridge stood against it like a quiet sentinel. As the light dropped lower, its reflection stretched across the water—long, trembling strokes of fire—so that bridge and sky and river seemed to echo one another in a single, shimmering breath. The water caught every hue, turning the surface into a sheet of warm glass where the silhouette of the bridge repeated itself, darker, deeper, almost more true in its reflection.

For a moment, the allergies, the waiting, the whole month ahead vanished. It was just the two of us, the bridge, and a sunset sinking gently into water—an image worth every second of hiding and every breath held against the grass.

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Mount Cook in New Zealand for Water H2O Thursday

 

There are countless photographs from my journey to New Zealand earlier this year that remain unshared, held back like quiet memories waiting for the right moment. I remember the scene with clarity: a sky veiled in cloud, its muted light softening the contours of the land, and below it the striking blue-green water of the lake—glacial, cold, and luminous—as if lit from within. Across the hills, snow settled lightly on the brown, wind-worn grasslands, creating a stark and beautiful contrast unique to this region.

Beyond these shifting elements rose Aoraki / Mount Cook, the great summit of the Southern Alps and the highest peak in New Zealand. Born of immense tectonic uplift where the Pacific and Indo-Australian plates collide, the mountain has been shaped over millennia by advancing glaciers, winter storms, and the long patience of erosion. To Ngāi Tahu, Aoraki is more than a landmark: he is an ancestor, a figure of sky and land intertwined, forever fixed in stone.

In the quiet interplay of clouded sky, glacial water, and ancient hills, the natural history of this place becomes almost audible—a reminder that these landscapes carry stories older than any traveller, and yet remain generous enough to offer new ones to those who stand in their presence.

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Cadillac Gorge San Remo beachscape for Water H2O Thursday

 

This image was captured with a telephoto zoom lens from a considerable distance. Such an approach is uncommon in landscape photography, yet I chose to remain afar — for good reason. The place, known as Cadillac Gorge near San Remo, possesses a beauty both austere and perilous. Beneath its brooding cliffs, the restless sea breathes with deceptive calm before breaking into sudden fury. Local fishermen know its temperament too well; from time to time, a rogue wave surges without warning, sweeping the unwary from the rocks into the cold embrace of the Bass Strait. From afar, the gorge appears serene — a meeting of wind, water, and rugged stone — yet its silence carries the echo of untold stories, both majestic and tragic.

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Kitty Miller Bay Phillip Island for Water H2O Thursday

 

Kitty Miller Bay, situated on the southern coast of Phillip Island, is renowned as a premier destination for surfing, drawing enthusiasts with its consistently favorable waves and striking coastal scenery. The bay, framed by dramatic cliffs and pristine sandy shores, bears witness to both natural and human history. Its geological formations tell the story of ancient coastal processes, while the surrounding vegetation reflects the island’s unique flora adapted to the harsh marine environment. Historically, the area has attracted mariners, and remnants of shipwrecks along the shore serve as poignant reminders of the perilous seas that once challenged early navigation. I once visited Kitty Miller Bay in pursuit of capturing a compelling photograph of one such shipwreck, seeking to preserve the interplay of natural beauty and historical resonance in a single image.

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Mathias track, Dandenong for Sunday Best

 

Mathias Track holds both natural and human history woven into its length. Stretching seventeen kilometres through the Dandenong Ranges National Park, it traverses forests of towering mountain ash, groves of tree ferns, and pockets of dry, open woodland. In winter, the land is drier than one might expect for a mountain range; the undergrowth thins, the soil hardens, and the bare forms of the hills emerge more distinctly, giving the track an austere beauty. Lyrebirds often scratch along the forest floor, and the air carries the scent of eucalyptus and damp earth.

The track itself carries a trace of colonial history. It was originally surveyed as a service road, named after Carl Mathias, an early forester who worked in the region when logging of the mountain ash was at its height in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Alongside its natural splendour, the path retains echoes of human endeavour—abandoned huts and remnants of early forest camps stand as silent witnesses to the men who felled timber and sought shelter here.

Walking along Mathias Track today is thus both a communion with nature and a dialogue with the past. The stillness of the bush contrasts with the faint relics of industry and settlement. To step into the remains of a hut and sit upon its weathered timbers is to momentarily inhabit another life—that of the bushranger, the forester, or the itinerant wanderer—while the surrounding ranges remind one that the land itself endures, vast and unyielding.

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Turpin Waterfall, Bendigo for Water H20 Thursday

 

Turpin Falls, not far from Bendigo, remains etched in my memory as one of those rare discoveries that seem almost too wondrous to share. I visited the falls some four years ago, and though I cannot recall quite how I came upon the exact vantage point that day, I remember well the sense of awe as the basalt cliffs opened before me and the water poured in a silver sheet into the deep pool below. The cliffs themselves tell of a distant volcanic age, their dark basalt columns rising like the walls of some vast natural cathedral, while the surrounding country speaks of long habitation by the Dja Dja Wurrung people, for whom this landscape has always held meaning. For over a century, the falls have drawn summer visitors, who would climb down to the base for swimming and relief from the heat, their laughter echoing against the stone. Yet such visits belong now to memory, for the track to the base has been permanently closed, both to preserve the fragile environment and to ensure safety upon those treacherous rocks. In a sense, this loss lends a heightened value to my recollection: a private moment of communion with the wild spirit of the place, both a traveller’s fleeting encounter and a glimpse into the deep natural and cultural heritage of Turpin Falls.

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Tenby Point for Sunday Best

 

Recently, I revisited the complete series of Tenby Point images that Joel and I once attempted in the ultra long-exposure style. Ultimately, we abandoned this approach to photography, as the results often appeared somewhat artificial, lacking the natural authenticity we sought. Nevertheless, this genre—once highly regarded—held a particular fascination prior to the widespread advent of AI-generated imagery.

Tenby Point, situated on the scenic coastline of Victoria, Australia, is renowned for its rugged cliffs, sheltered bays, and abundant marine life. Its natural beauty has long attracted photographers and nature enthusiasts alike, offering vistas of rocky outcrops, gentle surf, and abundant seabirds nesting along the shore.

In our attempts, we frequently had to employ neutral density filters exceeding 15 stops to achieve the extended exposures, which, when combined with an aperture stopped down to f/22, rendered automatic metering impracticable. Consequently, manual focus was an absolute necessity. Upon revisiting these images, I find that they no longer seem so unsatisfactory and possess a subtle charm that had previously eluded us. 

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Star fish at Mount Martha Melbourne for Saturday Critter

 

While walking along the coast near Mount Martha, I came upon this starfish resting just beneath the water’s surface. Though it is a known marine pest along our shores, I could not help but appreciate the quiet moment when it appeared beside my feet as I was photographing the sea.

The image depicts a sea star—also known as a starfish—positioned upon a bed of green algae and submerged vegetation. Notably, it possesses more than the customary five arms, suggesting it may belong to a multi-armed species such as the Solaster, commonly referred to as the sun star.

These creatures are marine echinoderms, distinguished by their radial symmetry and numerous tube feet, which they employ to navigate the ocean floor. This specimen was observed in a shallow, tranquil coastal pool, where the clarity of the water revealed the richness of the marine flora beneath.

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Bridgewater Bay, Mornington Peninsula Sunset for Skywatch Friday

 

No foreground is discernible save for the advancing waves, their restless motion ever drawing the eye. Above, the golden sky is suffused with a deep, rich orange hue, casting a solemn glow upon the scene. Upon the distant horizon to the right, two ships are faintly discerned, their silhouettes a testament to the era when maritime vessels plied these waters, linking the burgeoning settlements of Melbourne with distant lands. The cliffs of Bridgewater Bay, steeped in history, stand guard nearby—once a silent witness to the passage of explorers and traders who shaped the destiny of this southern shore.

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Mungo National Park sky for Sky Watch Friday

 

It was during one of those long, wind-swept nights beneath the vast, starlit expanse of the Australian outback that I attempted a panoramic photograph—an effort made while Joel and I waited patiently to capture the Milky Way in all its nocturnal splendor. In those youthful and impassioned days, we were possessed by a singular devotion to the art of photography. No hardship deterred us; we would endure scorching days and frigid nights, often in complete solitude, all for the hope of a single, perfect image that might capture the eternal.

Our vigil took place in the hauntingly beautiful Mungo National Park, a land steeped in both geological and human antiquity. The Park, part of the Willandra Lakes Region World Heritage Area, is home to the enigmatic formations known as the "Walls of China"—spectacular lunettes shaped by the elements over tens of thousands of years. These sculpted ridges, composed of eroded sand and clay, rise like the remnants of an ancient civilization, their strata whispering tales of climate shifts, vanished lakes, and the passage of deep time.

It was here, amidst the ghostly contours of this primeval terrain, that we lingered. The very ground beneath us bore the imprint of some of the earliest known human beings on the Australian continent. The remains of Mungo Man and Mungo Lady—buried with ceremonial care over 40,000 years ago—had been discovered not far from where we stood, lending our modern artistic pursuit a solemn sense of continuity with those who had gazed upon the same stars in an age unimaginably distant.

Though our lenses sought the ephemeral beauty of the heavens, it was the timeless silence of the land that truly left its mark. In that moment, as the night wrapped us in stillness and the ancient rocks glowed faintly in the starlight, our dedication to photography seemed not merely an artistic endeavor, but a dialogue—one between past and present, between the eternal sky and the ever-changing earth.

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Cows beneath wind turbines for Saturday Critter

 

Ballarat, located in Victoria’s Central Highlands, has a strong agricultural heritage with cattle farming playing a key role in its economy and culture. The region hosts various cattle operations, such as Mayfield Poll Highland Cattle in Bungaree, known for breeding Highland cattle, and boutique dairy farms like Inglenook Dairy near Kryal Castle, producing award-winning, additive-free milk. Ballarat is also a major livestock trading hub, home to the Central Victoria Livestock Exchange (CVLX) in Miners Rest, which handles over 35% of Victoria’s sheep and lamb sales and holds regular cattle markets. Livestock agencies like T.B. White & Sons conduct fortnightly and monthly cattle sales, further cementing the city’s role in regional livestock commerce. Local dairy producers, including Meredith Dairy, Highland Dairy, and McCann’s Dairy Centre, contribute to Ballarat’s reputation for quality dairy products. For visitors, farm experiences at places like Sunnybank Farm in Burrumbeet offer hands-on insights into ethical, sustainable farming, while Visit Ballarat showcases various ways to explore the region’s rich agricultural life.

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I am feeling fatigued from my hard work in Swan Hill and would greatly appreciate a break. I am eager to meet with Joel for a visit to Rabbit Rock today.

Flinders Blowhole Sunset for Skywatch Friday

 

This photograph was taken last weekend. The shutter speed was set slightly slow, producing an effect I found more appealing than that of a long exposure. The sky appeared particularly dramatic, and the waves crashing against the rocks were strikingly turbulent.

Wishing everyone a joyful Easter.

I have ordered a special cake from a boutique pâtisserie — a chocolate mousse delicately enrobed in pear cream — which I look forward to sharing with my mother.

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Over the past fortnight, I have indulged in viewing all six seasons of Schitt’s Creek. At the outset, the series appeared somewhat clichéd, with a rather uninspired storyline. However, by the third season, it began to reveal a remarkable depth and charm. The romantic arc between Patrick and David, in particular, proved to be both refreshing and heartfelt. Each character was afforded the opportunity for full development, to the extent that, by the series’ conclusion, the actors and actresses felt like dear friends and cherished members of one’s own family. It was with a touch of melancholy that I bid farewell to the show as it drew to a close.

Rodeo Wrangler for Saturday Critter

 

I recently revisited some of my earlier work, which was featured in a local Melbourne newspaper. I still recall the protestors gathered outside the main entrance, hurling accusations of murder and animal cruelty at me as I walked through the gates.

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Red Browed Finches in Wonthaggi Gippsland for Saturday Critter

 

Red-browed Finches (Neochmia temporalis)

The Red-browed Finch, also known as the Red-browed Firetail, is a small, colorful bird native to eastern and southeastern Australia. These finches are popular among birdwatchers and nature enthusiasts due to their distinctive appearance and social behavior.

Appearance

Red-browed Finches are small birds, measuring around 11-12 cm in length. They are most recognizable by their striking red markings: a bright red stripe (or "brow") running from the beak through the eye, a vivid red beak, and a red rump and tail. The rest of their plumage is a soft olive-green on the back and wings, with grey underparts. The red accents make them easy to identify, especially when they are foraging on the ground or flitting through dense vegetation.

Habitat and Distribution

These finches are widely distributed across eastern Australia, from Queensland down to Victoria and South Australia, often found in woodlands, forest edges, grasslands, and along watercourses. They are especially common in areas with thick undergrowth and are often seen in urban gardens and parks. Their ability to adapt to disturbed and human-altered landscapes has contributed to their stable population.

Diet

Red-browed Finches primarily feed on seeds, particularly grass seeds, but they will also eat small insects and fruits when available. They are ground feeders and are frequently seen hopping around in groups, feeding on seeds fallen to the ground. Their short, conical beak is perfectly adapted for cracking seeds.

Behaviour

Highly social, Red-browed Finches are often observed in flocks, sometimes numbering up to 30 or more birds. They exhibit cooperative behaviors, such as communal roosting and allopreening (grooming each other). Pairs form strong bonds and can often be seen perched closely together, engaging in mutual preening, as seen in your photo.

These finches are also known for their quiet and sweet-sounding calls, a series of high-pitched "tseet-tseet" notes that help flock members stay in contact while foraging or flying.

Breeding

The breeding season generally occurs from August to April but can vary depending on food availability and location. Red-browed Finches build dome-shaped nests made from grass and other fine plant materials, typically located in dense shrubs or trees. Both male and female participate in building the nest and feeding the chicks. Clutches usually consist of 4 to 6 eggs, and the young fledge after about three weeks.

I still remembered this lucky shot when the trip went to Wantage for some nice hay bale sceneries

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Frankston Pier Gull for Saturday Critter

 

The rented portal Wi-Fi is suboptimal, hindered by the thick concrete walls of the apartment, which obstruct signal transmission. As a result, accessing the unreliable Blogspot platform remains inconsistent.

The seagull, in turn, met my gaze.

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