Brighton Beach Sunset Melbourne for Water H2O Thursday

 

Last week was marked by unsettled weather, which led me to remain at home. During this time, Joel and I exchanged messages and shared recommendations on a range of political podcasts, comparing perspectives and formats that we each found engaging.

The photograph itself may be regarded as visually distracting by conventional standards, as the foreground is dominated by out-of-focus branches rendered in pronounced bokeh. In traditional or classical photography, such foreground obstruction is often discouraged, as it can divert attention from the primary subject and disrupt compositional clarity. However, I do not find this problematic. On the contrary, the layered blur introduces a sense of depth and visual tension, challenging the expectation of a clean, unobstructed frame. I tend to lose interest in images that are overly polished or pristine, unless they deliberately embrace a minimalist aesthetic. In this context, the intrusion of foreground bokeh becomes an expressive choice rather than a flaw, resisting classical norms in favour of a more personal and interpretive visual language.

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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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Brighton Beach, Melbourne for Skywatch Friday

 

It had been a long while since my last visit to Brighton Beach, long enough for memory to soften its edges and for familiarity to turn almost abstract. The drone footage, hovering calmly above the shoreline, arrived as a quiet reminder of why this place is so deeply lodged in Melbourne’s collective imagination. From above, the geometry of sea and sand resolves into something deliberate and ceremonial, as though the coast itself had been composed rather than eroded. I realised, watching the footage, that my drone had sat idle for years—updated rarely, flown infrequently—despite the fact that it was built precisely for moments like this. Perhaps it is time to return to it, and to the habit of looking again, from a little higher up.

Brighton Beach is not merely scenic; it is storied. Long before it became an emblem on postcards and calendars, the shoreline was part of the Country of the Boon Wurrung people, who understood the bay not as a boundary but as a living system—provider, pathway, and presence. European settlement in the mid-nineteenth century redefined the beach’s meaning, transforming it into a site of leisure and retreat for a growing city eager to escape its own density. By the 1860s and 1870s, Brighton had become a fashionable seaside destination, its calm bay waters offering a gentler alternative to the wilder surf beaches further south.

The bathing boxes, now so inseparable from Brighton’s identity, began as modest, practical structures—simple timber sheds designed to preserve modesty in an era when sea bathing was a regulated and ritualised act. Over time, these huts evolved into expressions of personality and privilege, painted, rebuilt, and embellished across generations. Today, their bright façades form a disciplined yet playful procession along the sand, a gallery of private ownership displayed in public space. From the air, they appear almost architectural in their precision, a neat punctuation between land and sea.

What the drone reveals—what the ground conceals—is scale and continuity. The gentle arc of Port Phillip Bay, the ordered repetition of the boxes, the city skyline hovering faintly in the distance: all of it speaks to Melbourne’s long negotiation with its coastline. Brighton Beach is not dramatic in the way of cliffs or headlands; its power lies in restraint. It offers calm, rhythm, and a sense of return. Generations have walked this sand, entered these waters, and looked back at the same horizon, each time believing it their own discovery.

To revisit Brighton Beach, even indirectly through a lens, is to be reminded that some places do not demand reinvention. They wait. And when we finally look again—whether with a drone lifted into the air or simply with renewed attention—they give back more than nostalgia. They offer continuity, and a quiet invitation to re-engage with the tools, the habits, and the seeing we once valued but set aside.

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Brighton Beach For Sunday Best

 

A lovely view at urban beach

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Brighton Beach Panorama for Skywatch Friday

 

That was the last weekend I spent with Joel. Doing so little but play with drone all evening. 

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