Sunday, February 5, 2012

Summer in Hallidays Point

This is our first full summer in Hallidays Point. Here are some summer snaps.


THAT'S not very summery, do I hear you say? Well, no, it's the Manning River at Taree in flood, taken on my way to work last Thursday.  This has been the wettest summer anyone around here can remember.



All this run-off is pouring out to sea and eliciting sea-foam and brown waves. Quite a different look than normal.


Black cormorant on Diamond beach, looking out to sea nervously. It took off when I got too close.




Marjory loves a walk on the beach



There were galloping horses on Diamond beach this morning



David does some galloping of his own, on Black Head beach.


There's more to summer than just the beach, however. Manning Regional Gallery is having an exhibition of Contemporary Chinese Art from the Red Gate Gallery in Beijing.  It turns out the curator, who has lived in China for 20 years, is originally from Taree. Which only confirms, the Gallery's head said, that Taree is, in fact, the centre of the universe. It was a great exhibition, pairing works by the best of China's established artists with emerging young artists they are mentoring.  This sculpture is by one of the young ones, one of the "one child policy" generation. It is autobiographical, "the heart wants to fly higher than the sky but life is thinner than paper", he says.



Summer also means fishing. This great little bream was generously left for us by Phil, who caught it while he and Linda were here last weekend. David dredged it in Middle Eastern spices and barbecued it. On the table you can see one of the bridesmaid bouquets that we brought home after the wedding.



And lastly, some wildlife shots. Look at this marvellous summer night creation underway just outside our back door.


And here is the creator



The web on the following morning, finished with, deserted and ready to wrap itself around one's hair.



And here he is, fast asleep in the eaves, no doubt with a full tummy


Miracles of nature all around us, if only we stop to look.

No comments:

Post a Comment