Monday, May 9, 2011

Broken Bay OZ

BROKEN BAY where the giant Hawkesbury River with its many tributaries meets the see. Wedge-tailed Eagles glide with hunting eyes along all the creeks. And many Sea-Eagles perch in water-side trees, waiting. In the sandy shallows small stingrays hover motionless just above the bottom. Schools of tiny fish regularly go running on the water in a silver cloud when the hunters are about. There is wind but somehow it seems to blow over the high mountains around us. Down here in the creeks the reflections mirror the grandest paintings. Winter is creeping closer. We have loved living in Broken Bay.