Well, to be
honest, we completely forgot about valentines day. Not that we're so
deeply besotted by each other and everyday is but another celebration
of our love and companionship that a day dedicated to such a thing
would make no sense at all, if for some reason we were indeed able to
take our attentions away from each other to consider anything but one
another. But yes, we forgot. Luckily we had an amazing day none the
less. We spent the day taking pictures along the beach. Early on we
stumbled across what I believe is a heron (but given my bird
knowledge it may not have been a bird at all, so please correct me if
I'm wrong). Jaimie has been teaching me the basics of photography,
which, all credit to her must be absolutely antagonising. Post grad
media student indeed! Alas I'm getting there, all in good time, and
were having fun. This day in question, I had been keeping myself
occupied taking pictures of a bridge whilst Jamie figured out how
best to shoot the Heron, not the angle exactly, but more how she may
get low enough to see through the viewfinder given she can't bend
very much at all. A comedy duo for sure, especially as I finally
bored of the bridge and decided I should make sure I got a pic of
Jamie and the heron, just as she was finally getting the shot she
wanted!
Later that day
we took a walk to the pier down the coast, a spot we've been walking
to daily. Whilst sitting there on the wooden bench looking out to
sea, Jamie commented “urgh whats that in the sea?”, at first
glimpses it did look as if a large globule of oil was floating up the
shore with the in coming tide, but on closer inspection it was
actually a large sting ray. We'd both never seen a ray outside of the
aquarium and found it intensely mesmerising to watch. Majestic and
elegant it moved seamlessly with the waves, its long black tail ever
so slightly protruding the waters surface with its sharped spikes.
Absolutely stunning. Then! Another bloody one turned up and they
began to frolic around each other, playing in the waves like soggy,
burnt pancakes discovering the joys of piggy backs. Or . . like
hungry sting rays fighting for food washed ashore by mooring boats
nearby, but whatever.
Well, to be
honest, we completely forgot about valentines day. Not that we're so
deeply besotted by each other and everyday is but another celebration
of our love and companionship that a day dedicated to such a thing
would make no sense at all, if for some reason we were indeed able to
take our attentions away from each other to consider anything but one
another. But yes, we forgot. Luckily we had an amazing day none the
less. We spent the day taking pictures along the beach. Early on we
stumbled across what I believe is a heron (but given my bird
knowledge it may not have been a bird at all, so please correct me if
I'm wrong). Jaimie has been teaching me the basics of photography,
which, all credit to her must be absolutely antagonising. Post grad
media student indeed! Alas I'm getting there, all in good time, and
were having fun. This day in question, I had been keeping myself
occupied taking pictures of a bridge whilst Jamie figured out how
best to shoot the Heron, not the angle exactly, but more how she may
get low enough to see through the viewfinder given she can't bend
very much at all. A comedy duo for sure, especially as I finally
bored of the bridge and decided I should make sure I got a pic of
Jamie and the heron, just as she was finally getting the shot she
wanted! 
Later that day
we took a walk to the pier down the coast, a spot we've been walking
to daily. Whilst sitting there on the wooden bench looking out to
sea, Jamie commented “urgh whats that in the sea?”, at first
glimpses it did look as if a large globule of oil was floating up the
shore with the in coming tide, but on closer inspection it was
actually a large sting ray. We'd both never seen a ray outside of the
aquarium and found it intensely mesmerising to watch. Majestic and
elegant it moved seamlessly with the waves, its long black tail ever
so slightly protruding the waters surface with its sharped spikes.
Absolutely stunning. Then! Another bloody one turned up and they
began to frolic around each other, playing in the waves like soggy,
burnt pancakes discovering the joys of piggy backs. Or . . like
hungry sting rays fighting for food washed ashore by mooring boats
nearby, but whatever.
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