When I visited Bondi Beach and walked along the Eastern Beach Trail, I was impressed by the force of Nature–the wind, the waves, and the sand, all salt-laden too–that etched its mark on the landscape. I was more amazed to see some flowers and plants around. Be it natural or cultivated, the vegetation must possess some special characteristics to survive the harsh environment.
The wind has pruned the plants to various heights on the slope. The climate is dry. Apparently, they either have small, hard leaves or fleshy and waxy leaves to prevent water loss or to preserve water. Besides, they have hairy or shiny leaves to reflect sunlight. Their fruits are also hard to conserve water.
The flowers are small and different from the larger foliage of the native flora. One can only imagine their toughness hidden inside the fragile appearance.
There is a concerted effort to revive the local bushland. Australian has been exemplary in preserving and protecting its indigenous flora and fauna. I think this is achieved through a vision that man and nature are shared owners of this land. It is a partnership, not rivalry.
When tastefully created, graffiti is an art form, and not vandalism. Graffiti art tends to give the impression of an individual intrusion into public spaces, claiming a sense of shared ownership. It is personal expression for public consumption, whether you like it or not. The graffiti art on the walls surrounding Bondi Beach, near Sydney Australia was a delightful discovery on my part. The wall stood out in its surroundings. The graffiti was more a contribution than an intrusion, I think. There were some quieter images among the louder ones. I was even fortunate enough to watch an artist at work.
No graffiti? An irony all right.
Bondi Beach on the eastern Australian coast is the national icon for surfing and geological wonders. It is thought that the word “Bondi” traces its meaning to native Aboriginal languages, and “Bondi” means “water breaking over rocks” or “tumbling water”. Less than an hour from Sydney–by rail and then by bus–I found myself looking onto the Pacific Ocean with its lapping waves rolling in and out an expanse of fine, glistening sand. Further out, surfers were paddling out to the ocean and then rising on the crest of the waves which drove them towards the shore.
I am not aquatically inclined. My visit to Bondi was to enjoy the coastal features on the Bondi to Bronte section of the Eastern Beaches Coastal Walk.
On this walk, I witnessed the force of Nature’s powerful chisel which had shaped the shoreline from the sandy beaches to the rocky scree. I saw pot holes, caves, and cliffs. I heard the wind howling and the waves roaring. I felt the warmth of the sun and slap of the wind. What I experienced left me in awe.
The Sea, The Waves and The Shore
The Rocks, The Cliffs and The Wonders of Erosion
I walked about 3.5K from Bondi Beach to Bronte Beach, passing Tamarama Beach. Except for a short section which was on the sidewalk with traffic passing, the beach walk was along the seashore. By the time I arrived at Bronte, it was time for lunch and I could see a very interesting restaurant waiting for me.