Pottering by the Beach

We went for a long walk around Shellharbour Beach and up to the quarry. Waves were rough, pounding the shore and sending up spray, high into the air. The best sights were for eyes only and even with the camera ready the recorded images were a pale reflection of reality. Down near the quarry beside the road was a little baby bird....all alone and trying not to be noticed. The surf competition was calling for attention, duly received and punctuated by the smell of barbecued onions.