MtLawleyShire witnesses Sunset at the Beach

It’s a rare thing to venture so far from my environs at sunset time in the middle of the week – and to the edge of teh world?  The beach?  Well, the occasion was lovely and the opportunity not to be missed.  But a sunset out of MtLawleyShire!  An ‘un-urban’ sunset!  How would I cope? 😀

The afternoon moon smiled down as we made our way to one of Perth’s most loved beaches: Cottesloe.

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After drinks and chat, it was time for sunset.  Elsewhere in the city, further south, there were storms.  They hadn’t happened here yet and I was sure sunset would be naught but glare.  How wrong I was.  There is something sublime watching the sun set, unhindered by the silhouettes or an urban environment, though even here, human-made silhouettes are present: the ships in Gage Roads, waiting to get into Fremantle Harbour.  And I loved the light play of cloud strips:

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These are a little out of sequence, but I loved using the Norfolk pines that grace the suburban beaches:

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The moon was gilded by the golden light spilling across the ocean

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And the sun sank towards someone else’s dawn:

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I caught a seagull 🙂

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And as the sun is pulled further below the horizon, the red glow of its farewell spreads:

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In the darkening sky, the moon comes into her own:

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But all the drama is far to the west:

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Almost fully dark and the moon takes on the uncompromising white and black – no shades of grey or gold:

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But the western sky flames:

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In the eastern skies, there is the serenity of uncomplicated white in black:

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and in the west, finally, the light softens and calms with the last shades of farewell from day:

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A last view from a hotel window:

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and there is nothing left in the night but the quite beautiful moon:

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I hope you enjoyed my excursion to the edge of the world 🙂

 

storm and rain in MtLawleyShire

After 61 days, Perth finally received rain.  And thunder.  And lightning.

Sadly, my experiments in photographing lightning were a dark failure (as in there was nothing recorded on the memory card by the darkness of the pre-dawn), but I caught the clouds that had been building and building and building in the morning and the afternoon:

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Great, blindingly white thunderheads:

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and no amount of praying made them halt their slide southwards:

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We sweltered through a day that reached 40, and the night was awful – it didn’t go below mid twenties, exacerbated by very high humidity.

At 5.00 in the morning I was woken by a tremendous clap of thunder.  And it rained.  I went out, with camera, though nothing resulted, but I enjoyed the rain.  I opened all the doors and windows and went back to bed.  I apparently slept through the next storm, but when I got up and let out her Fat little Self as well, the world was delightfully wet and cool smelling.

And there was proof of rain on a tiny, tiny rose:

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then there was another storm and poor Fattee Cattee was nowhere to be seen.  It poured briefly.  I got deliciously wet and cold, and laughed in the face of lightning and thunder.  Later, the garden all refreshed, there were flowers and raindrops.  The little rose again, be-gemmed:

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Petunias:

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raindrops on a magnolia leaf and a blade of lemon grass:

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On branches and a leaf of jasmine:

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and this one – a rain drop hanging from a withered shoot of a spider plant:

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Then the sun came out, the temperature soared and it was dreadfully hot.  All the water evaporated, the raindrops vanished and the little rose curled and withered.

But someone else reappeared and curled on the cool bricks in the courtyard, full of purrs:

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Later, on my way to work in the mid afternoon, I saw the last of the clouds sliding away to the south as I waited in the traffic on the freeway:

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And now, there are only chances of thunderstorms and it remains very hot and humid.

I long for rain, for storms, for Autumn