niggyl :) has added a photo to the pool:
Somewhere in the Du Cane Range, Cradle Mountain - Lake St Clair National Park. I'd love to say where it is but I have no real idea because of the conditions that descended upon us.
The weather simply closed us out, drenched us, half drowned my GRiii and made life at altitude unpleasant! Even the weatherproof X-T5 took some moisture.
One simply cannot take our weather for granted, this is why we have rescue helicopters and lose half a dozen lives a year.
Fuji X-T5, Fujinon XF 16-50mm f/2.8-4.8, 1/320th sec at f/6.4, ISO 500.
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Three Sydney beaches are my theme for today, starting with Coogee, I know how non-Australians murder the name, but it is what it is. Sydney is home to over 100 beaches, ranging from world-famous surf spots along the coastline to sheltered, calm coves hidden within the harbour.
"Adventure before dementia" has added a photo to the pool:
Three Sydney beaches are my theme for today, here the iconic and, in my opinion, wildly over-rated Bondi (pronounced Bon-dye) Beach. Sydney is home to over 100 beaches, ranging from world-famous surf spots along the coastline to sheltered, calm coves hidden within the harbour.
What begins as another celebrity lifestyle documentary shifts completely when the former Little Mix star faces a devastating diagnosis for her newborn twin daughters. Every scene is affecting
The fact that cameras were there to witness the worst moment of Jesy Nelson’s life was seemingly a coincidence. Prime Video had been following the former Little Mix singer for a documentary on her life since leaving the band, as well as the birth of her premature twins. What no one could predict was that, seven months later, as producers continued to film the growing family, Nelson’s daughters, Ocean and Story, would be diagnosed with the life-threatening muscle wasting condition spinal muscular atrophy (SMA).
Jesy Nelson: Life Changing starts with a clip from the last time viewers saw Nelson as she relocated to Cornwall with the father of her twins, her fiance Zion Foster, last year. “When they start walking, they can walk on the sand,” a smiling Nelson tells Foster as they sit with their babies on the beach. Of course, anyone who has seen the headlines in recent months knows this is achingly foreboding; a lost future that must be grieved and reshaped.
Continue reading...Knowledge learned over more than a century in Australia is being tested by worsening fires. It’s a familiar narrative around the world
The violent hot red flames of deadly wildfires across the UK and Europe and scenes of panicked communities fleeing homes could not, at least geographically, be further away for Jan Harris.
But sitting in her new home at Reedy Swamp in rural New South Wales in Australia, the 67-year-old has found herself in tears.
Continue reading...The 2018 final against Germany went to penalties – we thrashed them and won gold
I was 12 years old when I first played foosball – table football – in the summer of 1975 in Beirut. My home city was under siege, split by civil war. School was cancelled and roads were closed. We couldn’t get to the beach and the only place to go was the amusement arcade. Luckily for me, it was across the road.
Alongside billiard tables and games machines were a couple of foosball tables. I watched older kids play for hours, mesmerised by a game where you could outsmart an opponent two feet away, then celebrate in their face. You needed 20 pence, or qurush in Lebanese money, to play: 10 pence for the table and 10 pence for the winner. Money was scarce, so I made a deal with the guy who owned the place – if I cleaned the tables, I could play for free. With machine guns rattling on the nearby green line, which divided the east and west of the city, I’d stuff a towel inside the goal and practise until I was confident enough to play. I got really good. By the following summer, I was winning 10 games in a row.
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