The approach to my favourite secluded beach spot is more overgrown than usual – perhaps a symptom of the town’s lack of tourists this year. With the nearby caravan park lacking visitors I suppose there’s just no need to keep the path maintained. On either side trees and bushes overhang the fences that mark out the entryway. The sides of the path are lined with the ignored dogshit of at least a handful of irresponsible dog owners. As I reach the crest of the dunes the view opens up, extending from one periphery to the other. To the east the Point Lonsdale lighthouse peaks out from behind the ocean spray, marking the entry point of Port Phillip Bay. To the west the sky is split from the ocean by the Barwon Heads bluff. Waves roll in one after the other, clean faced and smooth they crash down into nothing. The wind is still as the tide begins to rise up the beachfront.
Translating Observation | Observation 17 | Noah Hodgson
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