Watery-type stuff on the Ocean Road (Al)

Bit of a random post of some action before we hit Ceduna (or Ceduna hit us, which probably feels more appropriate).  My Port Lincoln morning runs along the Parnkalla 'so called' trail were an exercise in optimism and determination, as I never did quite manage to follow the 'trail' to Billy Light's point . . . I'd  be happily plodding along a path then hit a crossroads by a road with no signage in sight.  Given the absence of any internal compass, what happened next usually involved running up and down a couple of different pathways before finding a route that would take me in the right general direction of 'along the coastal path'.  Lots of recent housing development (very nice houses on the marina and on the coastal paths)meant this frequently turned into 'through the building sites'.  But I did make it to the point, and had my first ever experience of running across a beach at sunrise (beach below) before losing the trail again on the way home.

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All very calm, which contrasted a bit with our forays down the coast, where the water was a little more energetic.  How many photographs can you take of waves?  Really rather a lot.

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As Bean was taking even more pics than me, I had a go at drawing the scene where we watched the surfers (but without those madmen!) and realised my visual memory needs a bit of work if I'm going to 'get' waves into a plein air sketch successfully . . . 'sorry, can you just hold on a minute, I didn't quite get that' . . . ummmm.  So then I tried drawing something that didn't move (much: it was pretty windy on the cliff) . . .



But after getting increasing distracted by the waves that were happening behind, decided that there's really not much point in drawing things that you're not very interested in looking at.  Yup, revelatory.

So, then went back to taking pictures, but this time of Bean . . .

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And flotsam (unless one can consider feathers jetsam, though I guess that none of the below really constitutes cargo in any case . . . ).  Now they would have been good to draw at the time, if it hadn't have been so damn cold, windy

And dangerous . . .

Below is a 1920's monument to a man who 'accidentally drowned' (rather than . . .?) and a more recent sign from the local council declaring they're not responsible for anything at all that might happen to you beyond the sign.  Hmmm.