i was never much of a beach person. love them as much as any other person would,nothing exclusive. but the beaches in sydney are almost poetical. its like living a post-card dream.
i love maroubra best for its cliffs and rocks that jutted out at the shore of the beach. the cliffs have the most amazing textures. sometimes taking in the shape of bubbles, like the leftovers of waves. sometimes long swirly lines with all shades of brown. and rocks formed cliffs from as tall as buildings to little ones and form caves and coves that would be an awesome party place at night.
most amazing is the fact that the cliffs are built from the combination of big rocks from nowhere and pounded sands. work that must have taken millenniums for the sands are so compact, it is as hard as cement and make the foundation of the jagged cliffs that ran along the beach.
you can stand at the base of any cliff that ran into the sea and see the waves crash against the cliff and give you a momentary sight of aqua blue wall before it drenches you with its cool spray of water. and you feel like you just escaped death.
i found the most beautiful natural pool by the seaside here. the rocks formed along the beach created a pool so deep with one little entree for seawater and the rocks are not tall, thus big waves would bring more life into that secluded pool.
the pool is in the shape of a bowl. with deep center. the water is like glass. literally. very clear with a tinge of green. and you can see the life and wonders inside this pool with naked eye. pink corals as soft as velvet cushioned the wall of the pool. with big aqua plants here and there. and little barnacles everywhere. and tiny fishes hiding behind seaweeds. and the deeper it goes, the bigger the aqua flowers and sponges. deep pink with green moss and such.
i took a picture of it. looks as if im taking a picture of a floor full of those aqua living things. thats how clear the water is. and you could take off your clothes and shoes and have a dip. ripples of wave is the only break to its ethereal stillness.
near sunset, fehy and me took a swim near the shrubs. with huge stones and rocks that jutted out from the sands all the way into the sea. we seek refuge behind the stones and swam with the fishes as we watch the sky turns pastel pink. sun set opposite the sea horizon.
the sea is deep deep ocean blue. contrasted most beautifully with the deep deep brown of the rocks. like the picture from steve mccurry’s album of the sri lankan sea.
the sky above the horizon turns pastel. with very faint white moon. deep blue of the ocean, light pastel blue sky, and topped by a pastel pink, and pastel purple and very pale blue.
opposite it, where the sun sets, the sky is a raging fire behind the deep black shadow of the town and tall trees. a brilliant orange of a fire, fusing with deep fuchsia and bright sky.
as the fire grows amber, the cool blue horizon of the sea turns darker. taking turns and exchanging the intensity of colours. until the sun is merely a wink of shy orange and the moon is a silver orb.
and the seawater warm.
in bondi, it was full moon. the sand is cold and the waves are crashing violent. and the most beautiful reflection of the moon is rippled by the waves. black ocean with gleaming white light shine its surface. and you can perfectly see the sea ripples.
and it is the most beautiful feeling.