Swiftly Flow the Days

One of the very few benefits of jet-lag, is being wide awake at the time of day in which your part of the earth wakes up before its people. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t caught a sunset without being jet-lagged, since the days of thinking there was no better drink than a Cointreau and lemonade and no better way to spend a Saturday night than drinking ten of them. In Europe. Because no one in Australia does what the Europeans do, which is drink at home until 1am then hit the bars, which means leaving the bars as the day dawns. I think I saw a sunrise once after a night at the uni bar in Sydney, whereas it was all part of a night out in Greece, and I watched day break over Münster many a time in my nubile early twenties.

Last month, for the first week or so of being back home by the Pacific, I woke the precise second the sun began inching over the horizon. I’d grab the camera and go out over the crunchy, wet grass to the yard’s edge, which fed into scrub which fed into soft yellow sand. And even though it felt longer, within minutes and a rush of gold, pink, lilac and grey, the sun would be burning in the morning sky.

P1050667

P1050662

P1050661

P1050675

P1050671

P1050638

8 Replies to “Swiftly Flow the Days”

  1. You are a lucky girl Liv, living the best of both worlds despite the amazing distance! A keep the Lüdde traveling too that way her mind and visions will always be open and she will be curious by nature. Lovely images! big hugs and welcome home. xox

    1. So very, very lucky. And I feel it the older I get – it isn’t about not being in one country anymore, it’s about the privilege of moving freely between both. xxx

  2. So beautiful. James got me a camera for Christmas 2013 which I started playing with on occasion in late 2014, and I too have a picture of a Kookaburra from this summer. Fitting, as Alissar’s favourite song is “Kookaburra sits in the old gumtree”.

Comments are closed.