Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | February 2, 2018

Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoos


These are the results of my first use of a new Sigma 100-400mm zoom lens. I went chasing Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoos down at Christmas Bells Road. I could hear a few calling in the distance, down towards the railway line.

I looked at the plants by the side of the road for a while, and then I heard the Cockatoos calling closer. And about 30 cockatoos crossed the road where I parked my car. They are very big birds when you see them up close, the yellow panel in the flight feather showing brightly.

The second photo I got was best. The opportunity for close ups near the road quickly ended, as they move further into the low heath. They perched in paperbarks and on grass trees spikes.

I parked my car on the road near the RSPCA and tried to sneak up on the cockies in the bush. A sentry cockatoo was perched high in senescing Black She-Oak.


I noticed that some Cockatoos had red rims around their eyes, and other had dark rims. I wondered if the cockies with the red-rims were mature adults of breeding age? The cockies where eating grass tree spikes and possibly the cones of Banksia oblongifolia. Holding the food item in one claw as they perched in Paperbark and other trees. I dragged myself around in shorts trying to get closer for a photos, it was hard going. And they kept moving further away, only slightly perturbed by my presence.





Eventually as it became dark, they started calling loudly to each other, and the cockatoos all flew off in the directions of the Pine Trees near the race course. I got back into my car to see if they were roosting in the Pines near the race course but they were nowhere to be seen.



Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | January 25, 2018

Green bluff and cockatoo

Without lenses at present. So I’ve been fiddling around with photoshop, placing embedded images, and using the quick selection tool, to create layer masks, so that two images appear as one.

So this images is actually 3 images. The seascape of Green Bluff and two embedded images of cockatoos.

I get two things I like together in one image.


A these two are off the back catalogue from 2014.



Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | December 30, 2017

Gibson Steps


So I have been going through folders looking for plant photos. I have almost 700 species photographed in over a 1000 photos, a pretty big achievement.

At the same time I looked at some of my seascapes and other landscapes photos, and found some I like a lot, like this one at Gibson Steps in Port Campbell National Park. I posted it on 500px and it is going off, 80 likes and 100 views. By far my most popular for ages.

I also resurrected one from Apollo Bay, Rutledge Creek and Hopeton falls.




Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | December 24, 2017

A cure for bad day ache


A cure for bad day ache
1. Take a walk on dusk down by the creek
2. Sit for a while
3. Listen to a dog bark, splashing in the shallows.
4. Watch a ghost white Egret stalk fish
5. Observe a Pied Oystercatcher pipe loudly as it takes flight.
6. Collect some nearby stones.
7. Throw the stones into the still waters, coloured and patterned by tide.
8. See ripples spread out, a bronze golden light surfing each crest.
9. Half close your eyes as the sunset red fades away to night
10. Let all the unwanted aches of the departing day drain away
11. Dream of all the things still worth living for just a short sleep away
12. Sunrise, golden light, long morning shadows
13. the Pied Butcherbird’s rich melodious call,
14. a single sun orchid opening in violet.
15. Feel thankful you are alive and experiencing this.
16. Dream with longings for peace and the dawn of a better day





Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | December 3, 2017

What the ocean gave me

Tonight’s sunset was good from several angles. The ocean gives me  an escape, peace and feeling of belonging heading into another week in the world of people, in which I often fear facing and feel too broken to be a part.

At the oceans edge I feel creative, talented- sane. I like to think that it is the real me, and I suppose that is not something I need validation of, it is a truth only I need to acknowledge.

Last week was good for me relative to the last few months, I am moving into a place of safety, where my thoughts have cleared to start focusing on what brings me joy.

I am getting right into Florence and the Machine. What the Water is gave me, is a song I really like.


The ocean is a place without the fear. It gives me memories that let me know that there is always the ocean, clouds and tides when everything seems bad. Things I want to see and hear.


A ghostly moon was rising, concealed partially by the thin clouds.




I watched the movie Loving Vincent on Saturday and enjoyed.

“I want to show by my work what this eccentric, this nobody has in his heart.

Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | November 10, 2017

Sawtell Baths

So I thought I would head down to see if I could get photographs of the baths at sunset. The baths face west. I wasn’t sure what the light would do, there was a low bank of clouds on the horizon. Then on sunset some really nice low rays snuck under and painted the clouds pink, and gave a nice reflections in the pool itself.

It was a windy afternoon and two children and their parents were flying a kite. I have had a bad week at work, but I feel a lot better after seeing this sunset. A fisherman patrolled the rocks, there were lots of parked cars enjoying the view.



500px is a confusing site. So I put this photo up last night, and it got only 38 likes and 90 views. I deleted and put it up this afternoon, and it has 45 likes and over a hundred.

Another photo I accidently deletwd had 61 likes, when I reposted it, it got just 46 likes.

Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | November 7, 2017




Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | November 4, 2017

Coffs Creek – Ripples


A still evening  at Coffs Creek. I had fun throwing rocks into the creek and creating ripples. I liked seeing the rocks with oysters just under the surfaces, and the ripples themselves had a pleasing soft light on them as they expanded outwards. It was a good way to end a tough week at work.





Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | November 4, 2017

Muttonbird Island

A potentially monumental sunset, so I headed down to the Marina. The high clouds were moving south at a fast rate and by sunset they down towards Gallows Beach. I shot south east. The clouds were colourful and high but getting more distant and high. It seems that the clouds dictate the composition of my photos. I would have been better off at Gallows Beach


Two people walking down from the Muttonbird Island, which is a popular place to photograph the sunset.


This one has a crane on it that is being used to construct the northern breakwall of the marina.


Posted by: Paul Sheringhams blog: a place of running dreams come true | October 27, 2017

After the storm

Thursday afternoon had it all.

A build up mushroom storm cells out off the ocean at Park Beach. Cycling around its centre, drawing more clouds into its heart. Curtains of rain falling to the ocean and onto the hills of the Orara escarpment. An ominous build up of dark clouds from the south. A shadow looming over the Jetty.

Lightning and thunder.  A lady and her children were out swimming in the ocean, a paddle boarder and surfers, and I thought this storm looks pretty serious and I wouldn’t be out in it.

The storm headed out to sea, and for a short while a rainbow, a short arc of it disappearing into the rain clouds. And then the rainbow disappeared into the ghostly golden grey light. The sun an orb shining weakly through the clouds. And then hail began to fall, small at first, then larger and larger in size, hitting the bonnet of my car, so hard that the car actually bounced on its axles.


Storm approaching

It probably lasted only 5 minutes until the hail reduced in size.


The storm cell moves out to sea

I drove around the Jetty in the aftermath. The grass was covered in hail, steam rose above the cooled bitumen roads. Shredded leaves of trees from the Beacon Hill Littoral Rainforest lay on the ground. I spoke to a swimmer who had been hit by hail while in the water. Owner of utes scooped hail out their cars where it had accumulated. People emerging from the aftermath with a story to tell.


Hail on the grass


Hail on the Jetty


A line of hail deposited on the northern side of the Jetty

Then I head to Gallows Beach to photograph the sunset. The sand of the beach had divets where the hail landed, a bit like a sand bunker on a golf course.

After that came the lightning display as the storm went out to sea. A crowd gathered at Beacon Hill, exclaiming as the clouds lit up internally with each lightning strike. I tried ot photograph but it was a failure, the ISO was set to auto, so the camera tried to expose for the whole scene, the results were grainy and out of focus. I needed ISO 100, so the camera exposed for the lightning not the while scene.

So about 5 hours of fun.






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