coogee

trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/253066347 - Sydney Punch, 17th November, 1883... At Coogee. I stood on the rocks and I watched the waves rolling With mighty force in from the far reaching deep, And how my heart heaved as I saw them come bowling And dashing in spray clouds above each wild reef. See! now they're receding, repulsed for a moment, But only to gather fresh strength in their course, And ere I can fancy them gone, comes a torrent Of billows which bears all along with its force. Now I look at the wall of blue waves which come tearing Like cavalry horses in martial array, Their white crests, like plumes, all so gallantly wearing, Ere breaking their forms in light showers of salt spray. Oh ! grand are the anthems of music they're ringing, And wondrous the changes of feeling they wake, No minstrel that e'er charmed the ear with his singing, Sent such thrills thro' our hearts as those they can make. And I've seen them too when far out on the ocean, Their home, where nought else can their power contest, When even the Heavens seemed to join in their motion And flung me from one to the other's wild breast. Roll on, mighty monarchs ! o'er your wild dominions, Intruders can. but at your pleasure, remain Insulted, you have but to shake your wild pinions, And alone! you continue to rule over the main.

goodness! what a crowd! I wonder what the occasion was.

Renira1 We thought perhaps it was another scorching hot day that brought all these people out!

reparrem nas roupas ... quando é que nós perdemos a ingenuidade ?

it's funny to see the women dressed to their knees with naked babies runnin' around!

a real Sorolla