|waves on the beach at Noosa|
I was tempted there by the prospect of a most fabulous workshop/symposium on "Representational Legality" (aka cultural legal studies).
|a gentle breeze in the palm trees|
While i am not known to be a morning girl, it was worth getting up early to take a walk down by the beach before the intellectual work of the day started.
|Some sea-foam for the feet|
|shadows from behind|
The only way you could 'really' tell it was winter was by watching the light: the days were short, and by 6pm, it was dark out.
There was a moment there, before the sun plunged into the water, that it cast long shadows down the beach.
|Catching the sun in the waves...|
Those short days did feel a bit wierd.
The Canadian in me had a hard time coming to terms with the notion that a day could be both short and warm (rather than my own assumption that a winter day must be short and cold).
|trying to take my own picture?! :-)|