I love the everchanging landscape of 'my beach' - well its Rocky Point Beach but as I walk it continually I feel as if I have a bit of ownership. It provides me with so much inspiration and the changes I have witnessed each year prompt memories of the environmental phases but there are always surprises. Take this little insignificant insect feeding on these 'End of the Wet' grass flowers. I always notice their appearance in the house but never realized they fed on these plants until I took this photo on the beach flat. Now I know why so many appear as they have this huge feast awaiting. These grasses don't last that long either so no wonder they descend in such large numbers. The flat is carpeted with a variety of little delicate plants and I am sure if I investigated further there would be insects to match each variety.
This appears just sandy soil but with the wash from the layers above during the wet it is probably very fertile and with each plant variety succumbing to the approaching dry further nutrient is added to the sand.The dreaded speargrass - the bane of every motorbike rider - how do I know this - well Jeffery loves bike riding and actually worked for two years guiding bike tours to the tip and speargrass was a defiant enemy - latching onto all things. I still find a beauty in their configuration and standing tall like this they rise above the smaller flowers - they are so laden at the end of the wet and then flop over with the 'knock-em-down rains'. It is fascinating to watch the seed when wet as it straightens out and moves - no wonder they have such a success rate in reproduction.
Then you find these little gems below the grasses - their vividness such a contrast.
This little flower cluster is only an inch across with the most delicate individual flowers. They are prolific at the beginning of the dry but end up in little lone plants dotted along the flat until the plant succumbs to the dry season or foreshore fires. It is also supposed to be good for stomach ailments. A little bunch of all these plants sat on my
I couldn't resist this monster on the beach - it
I love the tidal wash - I did wait several minutes snapping as each wave came to shore - but the little seedling trying to attach itself seems to epitomise the daily struggle on the foreshore.
And this is the reward - standing tall and proud. Unfortunately we have vehicles using this little beach and they do untold damage. No matter how many notices go up they are continually
ignored so this little defiant plants stands no chance against a tyre.
Here's the fisherman - he doesn't seem to catch many fish but he does have a lot of fun trying. Usually the jabirus walk here on their stately legs - its very shallow and teeming with life so a variety of birds feed especially in the mornings. Evenings are quieter times - best time for the fishing dog creating his own water patterns.
Oh my ankle
I really have had two weeks of enforced rest so it has to stop! Have lots to do in the clay department.
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