I was short on time so I just popped down to Coogee.
Usually I sit around the day after fog a bit pissed off with myself for not getting off my arse and photographing it but here it was again two days in a row and if I got off my arse and took some more shots surely I could then justify buying myself something nice.
Crazy people are still out and about when they should be home in bed, but in the fog sleep still seems to have a subtle hold on them. Joggers take longer to do a lap of the beach and swimmers take a few extra breaths and watch a few more waves before taking the plunge. Dog walkers walk with a limp lead and coffee drinkers hold their cup with two hands. People with cameras are hiding around every corner.
Pretty sure I spotted Reginald Perrin going for his last swim.
How good is a heavy fog, you can take the dog for a walk in the park with a hundred others and never see them.
It does have that ability to make you feel like you’re one of the lucky few left on the planet.
The landscape takes on a diffused palate of one hue, viewed through a short depth of field, with the exception of course of the Lego rubbish bins which are always strategically placed to remind you that you are still in the city and possibly late for work.
The dog is totally oblivious to all this and it’s business as usual for him.
Surely one of the few things that look better whilst decomposing.
My son Max yelled across the kitchen “hey dad, check out my nose” , after a few seconds of fatherly reassurance that his nose wasn’t that bad and he would grow into it, I realised he was talking about the shadow on the wall.
My daughter Maiya grabbed my iphone for me and after a few laughs the moment was preserved for future discussion. Both Maiya and I stood on the spot to see how our own noses performed but the moment was gone, The sun was in the exact position it needed to be for less than a minute.
I guess that’s why we use lights and a studio.
I went for a fish this morning, in kayak fishing terms ‘this morning’ means getting up at 3 am in order to be on the water around 5, 90 mins before the sun gets there.
After paddling a couple of km’s we arrived at the spot and set about hunting for snapper. On seeing the others hooking up to fish repeatedly I was starting to get a bit despondent….. until the light started to come up and I saw the clouds, funny how different areas of the coast provide different skies, this spot always turns on a good display and I new I’d catch something with the camera even if I failed with a rod.
After the boys had had their fill of snapper and I was still stuck on empty (bar the trevally Paul had kindly donated to me to help my protein levels) we headed off in search of kingfish.
I managed 3 but all undersized. I did get a trevally to give me a matching pair but as I lifted it from the water I was imagining it on the griddle. Well who would have thought that these things can read your mind, he was off the hook and back in the water in the blink of an eye.
That was it, I’d given it my best shot so with head hung low I headed back in to the boat ramp.
On the beach Dave was cleaning his 3 snapper, Paul was cleaning his 3 snapper and I had my one trevally.
As I was walking to clean the fish my mind was rehearsing how I would explain this one to the wife (who loves snapper), Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I got one…. trevally.
As I was cleaning the fish my mind had moved into OCD mode and it kept repeating…. Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I …….
I was snapped out of this by someone trying to steal my only fish and they had my hand too, I fought hard to get both back but they were exiting swiftly with their bootie and I only managed to rip my hand out of their grasp sans the fish and they were off. I gave chase but before I could get a hand on his throat he launched and flew over the water, …gone.
The pelican landed down the beach from us where he could decided which was the best angle to swallow his over sized meal.
He actually waited until I had gutted and scaled the fish before making his move, bastard.
Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I got none.
With the swell so low over the weekend it was good opportunity to go for a paddle along the Sydney cliffs.
Unfortunately good conditions and good fishing don’t always go together but it was a great day for a paddle. Dave who I was paddling with may not agree as the only fish of the day took his rod out of the holder and straight to the bottom, (should I mention it was a brand new rod and reel and not cheap, probably not).
After marking the spot on the gps we moved on, I fished whilst he went through mental torture and asked himself why far too many times, (did I mention I had asked him why he didn’t tether his rods before we left the boat ramp, best not).
Alas all was not lost (so to speak), after a conversation with a family of NZ divers that were collecting sea urchins around the cliff from a small boat, they agreed to dive down and have a look on their way home. Dave put them on the spot and the guy popped up with his rod in hand a couple of minutes later.
The moon in the second pic may look harmless but I’m blaming it for the lack of fish.