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Point Cartwright Double Exposure by Tibro & Co

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#25 Run into twilight  Path is latticework of palms Bats are puppeteered #26 Mega-bats on wire glide Silhouettes on Australian sky Pastel pink and warm Queensland Australia. Saturday morning after I rehearsed falling off my longboard and burning within minutes of sunny overtures, we drove up the coast to Tewantin, a smaller and a slightly more refined village to enter Cooloola Park. A two car boat ferry channeled us across the ria and onto Double Island where we 4 wheeled the sandy beach to arrive at Double Island Point, almost to Fraser Island (the country’s 10km sand made island is infested with turquoise waters). The barbie smoked, the watermelon was passed around and the boys surfed until the sun set while I busied myself with crab hole photography. On the return, I requested a pause in the 30 minute beach drive so I could marvel at the star lit and breezy grassland between high tide washes. The miniature suns were a mess of lights, and a foggy pool streaked through my view of the sky from northwest to southeast, a rainbow leading to the Southern Cross. Arizona is the only other location which has topped this magnificent star globe. In the evening, at twilight, I run the boardwalk from my bungalow through a labyrinth of Sunshine Coast canals to Point Cartwright Reserve and Lighthouse. The homes are architecture monsters with unwelcoming iron gates and a variety of sloops pinned to their private ramp in the back, that I can see between palms and lots. I run with long strides and rhythmic breath, the mega-bats glide perpendicular to my path once the sky is pink. Lorikeets sing in chorus in the thousands. And I am alone with the Australian animals, for man is inside within their illuminated kitchens. Bunderim Falls was 10, maybe 15 minute drive from our neighborhood on the coast. A wooden boardwalk snaked under a verdant canopy, wet and saturated with previous rain, sagging and spontaneously dumping onto passerbys. We skipped our way over creeks vainly blocking our designated path. From glossed rock to boulder, we made our way to the waterfall and played in the pools collecting the chilled overflow. Brush turkeys and geckos darted for cover when the clouds were released from their burden, and the water showered from the sky and from the rocky overhang and we could not distinguish what was up or down because the pools reflected the gray and the gray was a bloated basin like the pool we stood in. An underwater jungle with underwater creatures, and we were but passersby.