A walk near the Pyrmont Bridge park, on a wintery evening. The cold breeze carressed my hair as I walked towards the waterfront, that provided a brilliant view of the Sydney harbour bridge.
I keep going back for more, although not so frequent during the winter months. To watch a sunrise at Clovelly beach, on a partially clouded morn, is one of my favorite experiences in Sydney. There is this childlike excitement to see the sun rise from the horizon. Millions of sun rise every morning across our galaxy, and I got to witness one of them.
La Perouse beach has the charm of a quiet corner place, windy though… Extremely windy. A custom house stands tall in the wide open space, which I mistook for a castle on my first visit. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard even before the magnificent expanse of the sea comes into view.
I have never loved the color green so much before. My eyes could hardly believe how rich and vibrant the trees looked in the quaint village of Mount Wilson. I felt like Alice in Wonderland, I felt peace.
When you find a rock, in the shape of the map of Australia! I wonder how this would have been formed, in this corner of Narooma. Interesting isn’t it?
Nepean river quietly flowed down below, through the forest, in the Blue Mountains National Park. The Valley spread endlessly, from one end to another, till the horizon. The hike to Rock Lookout is easy, but the views are hard to forget.
Gerringong is a poetry in itself, the kind of beauty that is immediately acknowledged by a smile and is reflected in the twinkle of the eyes. Although, it does get cold and extremely windy here. The sound of crashing waves echo around the rollings hills, while the wind carries the hustle of the trees.
Participating in Bar-a-thon by Blog-a-rhythm.