Muddy, brown swirling flood waters. Semi submerged flotsam and jetsam from way upstream. Deceptive currents invisible on the surface but strong enough to sweep away the humble tinny. Best head to the coast then, beyond where the rivers expel their coffee coloured dregs and where the magnitude of the Pacific surf has the power to wash away and dilute the murky masses of water that empty into it. Floods punctuated the close of a Sydney summer that never really was. Thank goodness for Rock pools, their crystal clear waters renewed daily by a fresh tide that inundates it. Perfect for exploring whatever the weather.
Mesmerised….
Emerald city….
Pretty shells all in a row…
King Neptune’s necklace…
A rose petal bubble shell (very exciting find!)..
Pipeline..
Sea urchin…
Sticking…
Potholes…
Mr Pincy…
at the kiosk..
Someone else’s sandcastle
What did you do last summer? 
