Golden Kawau Bay

It is not often that I feel almost-unable (or perhaps unwilling) to get myself down to one photo. Today is one of those days.

Contender the first: my father, always a photographer, long-time Pentaxian. After I got back from my barefoot run along the gravel (cos I'm that hard, innit), through the bush, and along the beach, we went for a walk, cameras in hand. He turned to the light, and I turned to him.

Contender the twoth, which I've ended up blipping, is something I took after getting back from my run, and its appeal is kind of obvious.

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