We swam. We ate and drank. We talked to the local kangaroos and kookaburras. We ate some more. We tried to remember campfire songs (and failed miserably). We completely forgot to tell ghost stories around the fire with a torch under our chin to make us look super-spooky. We walked.
It was brilliant. I took 181 photos. Not counting the sock pics, which you've already seen, I'm left with about 141 workable ones. And I'm sure you don't have the bandwidth to wade through that.
So I set myself the challenge to whittle it down to my 10 best/ favourite shots. And after half an hour of angst I changed it to the top dozen (in chronological order).
First up we have the I was busting for the loo Saturday morning until I opened the tent flap then I was reaching for my camera and wandering up and down the beach at 6:30am in my PJs set:
My Lucky Miles shot:
The beach:
And my Max Dupain homage:
Night falls (with Kookaburras):
And, finally, bushwalking:
Wow beautiful pics! hehe... love the sound the kookaburras make... well... actually they were quite loud at 6 something in the morning in auz.... okay, when your not sleeping, they have a cool laugh thingy
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. You did a really great job. If they're indicative of your collection, you would have really struggled to whittle it down!
ReplyDeleteAhh thats it, I'm moving to Oz. Boyfriend shmoyfriend, it's too pretty there to stay here much longer
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