I’m finally over the never-ending cold (thanks for asking!), but I still haven’t been out and about with the camera this week. That means only one thing – another Japan flashback! I figure you lot don’t mind, my Japan photos always seem to get a lot of interest. This week’s flashback is of the amazing Nishiki Market.
I’ve been trying to shake a cold for a couple of weeks, so I haven’t been out and about with the camera. It’s a shame really, because these late-Autumn Sydney days have been pretty stunning! No doubt I’ve missed a good sunrise or two, but sleep is more important at the moment. We are heading back to Japan again for My Sunday Photo (I have a near-endless supply of Japan photos!). This time to the Kyoto Imperial Palace!
I didn’t have much chance to get out and about with the camera this week, so it’s flashback time! I love trawling through my extensive collection of photos from our Japan journey last year. Every time I do, something catches my eye that I had forgotten about. Today it was this photo of the Kyoto downtown area.
Last week I had to drag myself out of bed to post My Sunday Photo. I didn’t really have the energy to go sifting through all of the photos, so I just picked the first one that looked good and hit publish.
I enjoy running. I do it three times a week as a simple form of exercise. My main problem is that my usual run is not very inspiring. It is a run of convenience – a course that starts outside my front door and winds around my suburb in order to strategically finish where I started. It takes me past such exotic destinations as the highway and the petrol station. I don’t mind. After all, it’s all about the exercise and becoming fitter. For those reasons I enjoy it.
But sometimes I have the urge to run in a more inspiring location. In particular, I have had the idea to wake up extra early and drive down to Cronulla before dawn. There is something really attractive about the idea of running at such a picturesque location with the first rays of sun lighting up the horizon.
Finally the urge won. I woke up at 4.30 am and made my way in the pitch-black to the beach. On the way there I decided I was absolutely crazy. I figured that it wouldn’t live up to my expectation and that I would spend the rest of the day grumpy about having gotten out of bed so early.
Then I arrived. My decision was justified!
I ran a 2.5 km course from Shelly Beach to Wanda, then turned around and ran straight back. The first rays of sun were just beginning to poke over the horizon and it was all food for the soul. I felt refreshed and invigorated. Best of all, I finished up just before sunrise. That gave me the perfect opportunity to scramble back down to the beach with my camera and capture a few photos of a particularly stunning sunrise.
What do you think, worth getting up for?