Woke to a moody old Bondi this morning—wind whipping, horizontal rain, and a soupy grey sky swallowing the coastline whole. No golden glow, no glassy waves, not even a lone jogger doing laps of the promenade. Just inside-out brollies and a frothy ocean throwing a full-blown tantrum.
Bondi’s a ghost town today… and let’s be honest, not much to shoot out there.
So, yep—you guessed it. I’m digging into the sunny-day stash to bring you some gold from better times. A few frames to remind you summer (just not today).
Looks like it’s going to be a soggy week ahead—especially up the mid-north coast. Buckets of rain coming.
Cheer up. Do some work. Perhaps buy my book.
:: uge
