Smell the sea and feel the sky

I was in SUCH a shitty mood yesterday.

A huge week at work; 9.15pm Friday night the earliest finish for the week. Sadface indeed. I was exhausted. And CRANKY. Oh boy was I cranky. As I said to a friend last night, I don’t handle exhaustion very well and it’s time best spent in isolation. So the very last thing I felt like doing was traipsing to Bondi for a workshop where I’d have to be civil. And get out of my comfort zone. And speak in a language other than growls and/or grunts. But, as it cost me $75, reluctantly, slowly, wearily, I made the trek.

I think you can guess how it turned out. It was excellent, of course. Within 5 minutes I couldn’t believe I contemplated not going. A camera and the sea? OF COURSE they were just the tonic to revive my weary self. (Cue ‘derrrrrr’s).

Once the workshop wrapped (more on that next post) I stuffed my camera bag into an inconspicuous calico bag, chucked my towel and thongs on top and (a little nervously) took little red for another swim. Oh my, this love affair continues. Hit the video link to get a soundtrack for the watery little collection below. There are so many versions of this beautiful Van Morrison song but I’m a big Glen Hansard fan (see him live if you get the chance, he is magic). He sings with such abandon, such heart, and with his old sea dog beard don’t you think he fits these pics?

And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will float
Into the mystic

Van Morrison, Into the Mystic

wave lip bubbles

Olympus TG-4 Bondi Beach underwater gems and rhinestones

Olympus TG-4 Bondi Beach from under the sea looking to the sky

Olympus TG-4 Bondi Beach man under the water, light shining through

Olympus TG-4 Bondi Beach light doing funny things with the lens

Olympus TG-4 Bondi Beach wave forming in the offshore breeze, jelly-like