The Fire Authorities are doing a lot of burning near here, and last night (as is happening again as I type) the view from our tent was simply spectacular as the sun disappeared for the day. Perhaps I will spare you from a week of sunset photos, but indulge me once or twice....
Driving near Orbost today (enroute to Marla if you must know and have access to Google maps), the paddocks were fluorescent green after recent deluges and constant irrigation. The sky was a milky white, filled with smoke from controlled burning of Gippsland's forests, turning the hills beyond a spooky blue.
I admit it, I'm fascinated by the way the light changes so rapidly during the sunrise event. For the next three days, three postcards taken in a time frame of no more than fifteen minutes, with colour ranging from the subtlety of this one, to almost bizarre.
Anyway, here's a spot of morning fishing happening.
Windfarms are not universally loved, and for the life of me there seems to be more than enough wind in Victoria without having to create more in these things. To those who would do away with them, I would simply retort "after you have done away with mains electricity".
On the other hand, they are decidedly creepy. Like invading aliens, they seem to be spying on us, there's just no escaping them. To see more of what I'm getting at, browse my latest Flickr upload.
It's astonishing how much actual backpacking is subcontracted out to cheap hire vans these days. The cheaper they are, the cheaper the graphics. The ones with stripes to match their power cords are not cheap. They even have hubcaps on their wheels.
I love these little dune plants, but I'm not sure they can be trusted. We are currently camped among a sea of their cousins, but they are all bright green, the way the books say plants are supposed to look. Perhaps these were getting ready to attack!
Celine said this photograph is wrong, it looks like the Seychelles in summer not chilly windy Beachport in autumn, but the horizon is a hint. In less than half an hour the beach will be engulfed in fog, the sun will be obliterated and the complexion of the beach will be quite different!
A long time ago Australia Post was proudly run by the Commonwealth Of Australia. In Beachport some of the original boxes, complete with keyhole in the "O" are still in place in the old post office, if not in service, suffering almost no ills from exposure to the salt laden air.