I decided to get up early yesterday morning and pay a visit to Kurnell; a quiet beachside suburb near where I live in Sydney.

Its a strange place in that it is right here in busy buzzing Sydney but you feel like you have arrived in a small coastal country town. Time seems to slow down.

Maybe it is due to the historic significance of the place. According to Wikipedia
Kurnell is the place where Captain James Cook landed on 29 April 1770, making first contact with the original inhabitants of the area, the Gweagal Aborigines whilst navigating his way up the East Coast of Australia on Endeavour
Or maybe its due to the strange industrial ocean landscape with its many tankers in the horizon distracting from the natural beauty.

There is an eery feeling to the morning with the fog/smog floating around every bend as I am approaching Kurnell. The morning sun warming up the cold night air and slowly forcing the last fog away. Still, the view is hazy and much of the horizon is not yet clear as I walk along the footpath into the national park area. Later in the day I hear the haze is due to back burning.

There is something refreshing about being out this early. Refreshing and relaxing at the same time. None of the usual demands of the day has started to surface. The feeling we have a full day ahead brings a sense of relaxation: a sense of maniana: plenty of time to worry about what tasks lay ahead.

The sun is peeping through the trees leaving long shadows on the ground. Not an easy time to take a good photo with the changes in light. I do my best but I can feel I haven’t been out with my camera enough lately.

Steps leading up into the bush stimulating my imagination; just me, my camera and my imagination. A beautiful old house at the top of the hill. Who lives there? Who lived there in the past?

I reach the end of the park and walk onto the rocky beach area just breathing in the see air.

The sound of water crashing onto rocks can be frightening, but this morning I feel safe and the sound is soothing and relaxing.

After a while I start to make my way back. It is still quiet, but for a lone cyclist, a jogger and some fishermen.

It is not till I get closer to the beginning of the park that the place gets buzzing. The cafe is filled with cyclist having coffee and day trippers enjoying breakfast. Me included. Nothing like an early morning walk in nature to get you hungry and make you feel content and alive.
If you get a chance check out Kurnell yourself.