Under Pressure
Queen sums it all up in a nutshell for today.
Time for me to decompress at the gym.
Pray tomorrow, gets me higher.
Archive for exercise
Female Heros - Yie Ar Kung Fu
Although many C64 games were fairly “unisex” for me - I still faced many which featured males as the primary protagonist all the time. Come to think of it - Hollywood films are comparitively, not too different!
This wasn’t too much of a big deal for me, but i did experience something magical as a young girl when my life finally encountered a game known as Yie Ar Kung Fu, especially when the female opponents, Fan & Star appeared - dressed in RED! (no! never in pink, it must always be a pomegranite red, for me!)
Like - wow, finally - a female fighter! About bloody time. Fan was my favourite. I loved her dress, that she appeared to be brunette and i also liked the fans that she chucked. You can see these ladies in fighting action here:
This gameplay makes me laugh so much as i used very similar moves to win. Primitive compared to the complex martial arts moves you can muster on a PS2 with a game like Tekken in this era.
When Fan entered into my life, i felt so much peace and hapiness being the way that i am, or perhaps it was a reflection of where it was that i needed to go…
Rain, Hail & Shine (Amongst Other Dramas)
The Leura flies have been rather psychotic of late and yesterday’s weather was equally over-the-top. We’re still experiencing the familiar pattern of very hot sunny days followed by dramatic thunderstorms in the afternoons that form roughly around 3pm - whenever i’m about to pick my son up from school.
A shame i didn’t have my camera to pick up the very dark formations of clouds before the storm struck. They were a very deep dark blue-grey, darker than usual - a very ominous-feeling energy because of the way it was effecting the quality of luminence. Not the kind of clouds that i would usually associate with pending hail, but still perceived it could be a possibility as very hot weather followed by a sudden cool storm are usually the conditions that do occur …and we’ve had small fleetings of hail during the storms of late too.
Lots of hail for 2007, have never seen this much before.
We experienced very small hail at our place, no bigger than 4mm here, but as weather elements tend to be more extreme in the higher altitudes, i’m sure it would’ve been must worse in other areas. Our car has thankfully survived well as we don’t have a carport or a garage that can offer it shelter. Caught a weather report on the late night news announcing that the Blue Mountains region was struck with hail, 1500+ homes/shops without power.
We had three waves of blackouts with electricity, two of them lasting a good hour or two. This is one aspect of the mountain life i’m not too thrilled with - the electricity network is very vulnerable to power-outages during thunderstorms. We have to always turn the computers/electronic/modem gear off when we hear thunder because the house is destined to experience a brown-out at the very least. This house is much better at dealing with it compared to the former one, which experienced a lot more brown-outs even during good weather conditions - which is hellish for the computers.
It would be good to source some kind of power-backup/battery i could plug into the back of the computers to at least give us adeqate time to shutdown which functions similar to my son’s laptop.
After the first afternoon storm struck around 3:30pm-4:30pm, we experienced a calm & clear-skies returned again. Figured it was a good excuse for me to head out for my ritual afternoon walk/jog around the town. To my amusement, the clouds quickly returned and another severe storm was about to emerge as i headed out and i wasn’t going to allow the weather to stop me.
The rain began to start pelting down towards 1/3 of my journey. A kind man offered me a lift - but no thanks, i wanted the exercise. By the time i reached town, the severity of the storm had amplified - freak lightning strikes followed by loud claps of thunder - a great shame i didn’t have my camera but it wouldn’t have survived getting soaked by the torrential dumping of rain anyway. Had to take shelter under the shop awnings for a while to wait for the rain to subside a bit, then made the brave jogging bolt back home.
Here i am, completely soaked by the time i got home, but it was an amazing experience to run in heavy rain. It almost felt like i was swimming! Very cathartic to not allow the weather to stop me but also an extra charged element of adrenalin throughout it all as this town is laden with trees everywhere - not the safest of places to run through with severe lightning strikes occuring. Had to ask hubby for a towel and strip-off at the front door. *lol*
I’m feeling thrilled with the impact that regular exercise has had on the body and levels of fitness. I’ve never been able to run non-stop for such long periods of time like i can now, and it’s such an incredible feeling. No post-exercise pain in the muscles either - it’s been remarkable. I’m enjoying the emerging physical strength a great deal as well, it has helped well with internal confidence. To be able to tune the body up to be in a good position for self-defence, to walk in the streets at night, without “woman fear” - would be something grand and i look forward to getting there with time.
With no electricity available to cook dinner, had to head out into Katoomba in the car to hunt & gather for the family together with my son. Visibility was very poor due to the region being in blackout and i witnessed one of the most intense strikes of lightning I’ve ever seen on the way as well. Pity the camera wasn’t nearby, but it’s not like i could take a shot whilst driving either.
When we got into town, there were fire engines with uber-flashy lights blocking the supermarket entries (acute sensory overload for my son, but it’s too exciting at this stage rather than negative). NO BEER - the liquor shop got flooded. NO FOOD - the supermarket was locked down due to enduring an electrical fire. Again, pity i didn’t bring the camera around the capture the electric drama but oh well, maybe next time!
This upset my son a great deal, and the poor thing was already highly agitated from the storms before we left.
Power was eventually restored so the town began to light up again. A very joyful sensation which reminds me of the times that water used to get cut-off during my stay in Turkey. Whenever the water was restored, you could hear the community/neighbours cheering so this is how you used to know that the water was back again (then joyfully run to the toilet and be able to flush it, instead of using a bucket).
Takeaway Kebabs it was for dinner then, but the shop no longer had EFTPOS - so this meant i had to pray hard that the ATM machine at the bank was still working. For my son (with autism) on the otherhand, this was a great tragedy and his body had been thrown into sensory overload -
“We’re not getting served, we’re not going to get our dinner!”
It upset him a great deal, he cried a lot. How to explain the magnitude of a cry like that? It’s the equivalent of “the world is coming to an end!”. Sure - I guess all children experience this to a degree, but i know in my experience - situations like this are a whole load more intense for my husband & me to cope with compared to the neurotypical families.
There is no amount of hugz, attempts to reason with words and offer rational explanations that can sooth a cry like that from Aidan. We can do our best to try, but once it’s in the motions - it’s often the situation of things needing to run it’s own full course until it finds it’s own resolution.
EXERCISE - hard labour & linear movement, is one technique that can help. No time for “madonna & child” - it’s not going to work. Money - i needed money real fast,
“It’s ok - we just need to go to the bank, go to the hole in the wall to get the money, then we can get the food. Come on , let’s go!”
Oh the humanity, it’s the end of the world for him and it would have indeed been the end of the world for me if that ATM machine wasn’t working. Just picture it….
A mother runs frantically towards the ATM, the machine has been rooted from the electrical storm, no money = no food, this will cause even more extreme pain/terror to the child!
As i’m running towards the ATM machine, I am already catching the judgemental look of one woman - one which i have been incredibly familiar with,
“What kind of a mother allows her child to cry like that in public and not know how make it shut the fuck up (in the tradition of madonna-and-child) at the click of a finger.”
This no longer affects me. I am this child’s mother and i am the one who knows how to best handle this situation. Quickest access to money, physical money - a visual confirmation of MONEY in hand is the only possible way to sooth this child’s acute distress (which can’t be consoled by rational “reasoning” via spoken words or hugz) - in an instant.
To my relief, there’s another woman at the ATM making a successful money transaction when i arrive - thank goodness, the ATM machine was working. It would’ve been such a major drama if it hadn’t, it would’ve made my son scream with terror even more. Phew!
My son finally catches up with me at the ATM, just as i’m pulling a $50 bill out of the machine - he’s still crying.
“See Aidan, here is the money - see, see - look, it’s here (flashes and waves the money at him) - we’re going to be OK, now we can take the money back to the shop, pay the man and we can get our food. See, it’s OK honey, we’re going to be ok!!!”
My son cheers up in an instant. The world is not about to end after all and he starts to laugh.
“Now come on, let’s get back to the shop!”
…and he’s racing me down the hill, running and laughing.
“Not too fast! Slow down Aidan, you don’t want to fall over, it’s a steep hill!”
“Not too fast, slow down!”
“Slow down!”
“Slow down!”
This is the equivalent of the autistic kid in the “Mercury Rising” film with Bruce Willis, standing on the railway tracks and there’s a train headed towards him. The world is screaming at him,
“GET OFF THE TRACKS!”
…but the kid doesn’t hear it.
I still have confidence in my child nevertheless - that i’m aware he’s moderately aware and capable of being able to take care of himself. He’s aware that he might be challenging limits, but i can see how he’s also got an understanding that he’s capable of handling it better than his own mother thinks that he can.
As for the joy - my son probably spent no longer than a minute in distress, was able to recover from it so quickly - almost at the click of a finger and he did it all by himself. For him to be able to self-regulate such strong emotions in the manner that he did, was truly remarkable - a significant achievement.
We walk into the Kebab shop, i pick up the Kebabs whilst Aidan takes on the role of picking up the drinks. He throws up a melodramatic expression of,
“Oh, these bottles are so heavy! Oooh. Ahh. Oooh. They’re soo heavy.” *stomp* *stomp*
It makes the customers grin & laugh. It makes me laugh because my son’s being a stand-up comedian - and he’s very good at it.
Good to arrive home, enjoy rare take-away food laden with MEAT.
“Sorry love, no BEER - Liquorland got flooded and Coles got FIRE.”
…so husband jumps into the car to hunt & gather for a second round to see if he can make the Leura liquor store in time before it closed and we rounded the evening up with Baileys on Ice instead.
It was a great night.
C64 Commando Chick
I have many moments throughout life regretting that i had not taken a career path in the armed forces. Not sure how much of this is influenced because my father was in the Navy, although i know it has played a significant part. I loved the shoot-em-ups so much on the C64 but i also loved holding a gun in my hands too. Never a real one though, the farthest i ever got was something like a bibi-gun - always at the amusement parks. Feel strong bonding with my father when he taught me how to aim, and my aim has always been pretty good 
I miss some of my old male buddies that i met through inter-school debating eons ago, they were rather into the whole “skirmish” thing and my heart still yearns to engage in at least one paintball skirmish in this lifetime.
Games like Duke Nukem, Doom & Descent have been some of my favourites, but there’s great sentimental nostalgia with earlier games like Commando, Platoon & Green Beret. Commando in particular - i loved the music in that game and have enjoyed learning to play it on the violin alongside the C64 emulator on my PC.
Rock version of the Commando song performed by PRESS PLAY ON TAPE.
Music was composed by Rob Hubbard - both my brother & me have always been enchanted by his music, enjoyed playing some of the songs together on the piano.
As for my favourite film - it is Commando with Arnold Schwartzneggar. I have always been a big Arnie fan. Each time i watch this film, i attempt to do a “body count”. It was a ritual tradition that a male friend used to do and i now share this game with Mitch. We always loose count when the buildings start to explode…
I don’t condone violence in real life, but i do enjoy shoot-em-ups, a lot.
Beautiful Boxer
My life eventually took up ladies kickboxing one day. Then i took it up again later with Holly Fernerly (Aussie female fighter, 3x world champion during the time that i knew her). I miss those classes so much now, my body is craving it a lot as i continue with my ritual walking for exercise.
Shortly after that period of taking up kickboxing, my brother gave me the movie known as “Beautiful Boxer”. The timing was incredibly ironic.
I had always wanted to take up martial arts - but something remarkable occured when i took up kickboxing - my heart fell in love with the “BOXING” side. Empowering to be in a room with other women so much stronger than me. Empowering to see women’s bodies in all shorts of shapes and sizes which sit outside of barbie-girl supermodel too. Big women, tall women, women with large frames - but OH MY, how powerful and STRONG.
Empowering - to enter into a sport where “SIZE” COUNTS! The bigger you are, the more advantageous it is towards you winning a fight. For once - size, being born a “big woman” - is something rather incredible and highly advantageous to own, something that could be envied in a sport like this.
I was paired with a large Samoan woman once. I have always admired the Samoan female figure. She was much taller than me, much wider than me - but also a “newbie”. An unfair pairing and oh my, i sure felt the power in her blows. All i had on my side was that i had more speed compared to my sparring partner. What a marvelous experience to be able to appreciate other women’s bodies like this. I find strength like that incredibly attractive in a woman.
I was also aware that these “ladies only” classes had a female energy i’ve been very familiar with as well. Of “lesbian” flair, but not necessarily “lesbian”. The spirit of these women reflected a lot of my lesbian friends. I preferred the company of strong, “tough” women who do not live in barbie-world.
When my brother gave me the “Beautiful Boxer” film to watch, the manner in which is acted like a “mirror” to my life was deeply moving.
My struggle and fight with gender-identity on the inside, this hatred and discomfort being born in the body of a “woman” has been so much like how Nong Toom yearned to leap out and completely embrace who s/he wanted to “be”, completely embracing the feminine but needing to fully embrace the masculine before s/he could get “there”.
To see him embrace what my heart has experienced so much pain over. When i see men tapping into the feminine within like that, it gives me more courage to accept the female body i was born with. I won’t be able to embrace my female side of a character like Toom that i “own”, untill i can own same calibre of strength that resides within the masculine that he attained in his/her life. For him/her to excel in a sport like kickboxing, the heart and pride of this nation - oh my,
“What a MAN!”
What a man to be able to deliver blows like that. It’s when i see him smile in the film, feel his insides shine like sunlight as he performs a graceful feminine ritual of “putting powder on his face” in the boxing ring. I don’t know how to describe it - but that’s precisely what i need to do with my own life. I need to embrace both.
I have always had strong resonance with gay, cross-dressing and transgender brothers. When i see men proud to embrace that feminine quality within, it helps me embrace the female within.
On further reflection recently, i have come to the realisation that if i can openly embrace the masculine within myself - this could very well have a similar effect on other men.
What strikes me at the moment, is the incident over the “Lip Balm” That Froliksome Kid went through. Easy for me to say,
“There is no shame in men needing to use lip balm to protect chapped/dry/cracking lips!”
I was aware that for me to say this, could not remove the shame and embarassment he must own unless he can remove the shame & embarassment that lives within himself first. The most i could do is “validate” - send “it’s perfectly OK, this does not make you any lesser-of-a-young-man” energy towards him.
I reflected on the masculine-within myself, the one which generates “shame” to me on a similar level to lip balm.
When That Froliksome Kid writes:
“It’s bad enough that I have dry lips and have to rely on using a lip balm.”
My equivalent would be:
“It’s bad enough that i have a ‘moustache’(as a WOMAN) and have to rely on using a razor on some occasions, because waxing will cause inflamation and place me at risk of developing in-grown hairs.”
I almost have as many chest-hairs on my husband - he’s got 6 hairs and i’ve got 3! He’s also a “blonde” - so his “body-fluff” is less obvious compared to me!
Shame for being “hairy”. With white/olive skin, it makes that “moustache” and other body-hairs a lot more noticeable with dark-brown hair!
I can see Princess Fiona in Shrek 2 - standing beside her husband in the bathroom and “shaving” her face. I like how that scene makes me laugh and embrace the “female ogre” within me (hey, perhaps even a Norwegien Troll!). What else can i say - my husband and i have enjoyed such moments like Shrek & “Princess” Fiona together as a couple where we have shared the same razor blade. As a couple, our relationship is very much like these two comedic ogres. We can share a bath together and find great amusement from making bubbles with our farts.
I don’t use women’s razors to shave anymore. I use men’s razors - because they are up to the task, they’re blades have always been supremely superior in comparison. Every time i used a woman’s razor - it failed to deliver every single time. That’s why i quit using them. They SUCKED and let me down so much that i QUIT for life.
As for my “moustache” - it’s not as bad as Frieda Kahlo and i don’t have a “monobrow”, but my body has been hairy enough to own “shame” due to the pathetic cultural standards which value “hairlessness”. My brother has endured the same kind of pain, antagonism for being so “hairy”.
The situation paints a different kind of picture when my brother revisited Thailand a few years ago. A large population of “hairless men” looking for the next latest potions and lotions to make themselves MORE hairy, like - to actually grow a beard of some kind - because hairyness was deemed so “masculine” and “man-ly”!
Yesterday, my mind had entertained the scenario of another man who’s hairy like my brother, being antagonised by a manly-man who is hairless. I found myself standing up to defend the hairy man.
“Don’t worry Michael, i think Mark is just jealous or intimidated by you because i’ve probably got more chest-hairs than he does.”
Like, a woman with more chest hairs than a man - and i can say that with personal strength now as surely - a woman with a fair amount of body hair must be the “high-testosterone” sort who would be quite a challenge to beat in competition.
I can take better acceptance of how my body-hair is these days. If it grows so long, strong and fast “downstairs” - the same is happening “upstairs” on the top of my head. Long, strong, thick hair that can withstand lots of punishment and still look healthy. Long hair that can take 3-4 years to grow uber-long, when it can take up to 10 years for other women to achieve length like that. I’m glad that i’ve finally been able to find my peace with it how my hairy-ness induced so much “shame” for being hairy - like a man.
The next time i get a derogatory comment from a man about my “moustache” - it’s just not going to wash. I can now laugh and smile,
“What?! Feeling intimidated or jealous that i could possibly have more chest-hairs than you?!” - with confidence, as having 3 chest-hairs hardly makes me look any less-attractive to my husband!
With that, i feel grateful and lucky that my husband likes me as I am, hairy or baldy - it doesn’t matter, he finds me attractive regardless and i’ve got to admit - that has been rather instrumental in my journey towards healing & self-acceptance.
When i think about it further - the people whom have attempted to bring me down for “owning” a moustache - i’m now beginning to wonder if my presence made them feel uncomfortable and scared. Perhaps men saw a woman who owned so many male-like interests as they did, found it refreshing or surprising/unusual that a woman could have similar interests. If they found that made me come across as attractive to them, i can now see how it could have the capacity to make them nervous. If men could find a woman like me attractive, aren’t they inadvertently also admiring “male” qualities? I can see potential there for paranoia - paranoia that admiring male-qualities like that could make them perceived as a potential closet-gay? Scared that they will get heckled for admiring “male-quality” because a woman has just made that look attractive? Maybe this just got them nervous, so perhaps this is why they felt the need to “knock” me down.
“I’m feeling scared about the maleness within you because i also find that how-you-are(as a person) is also attractive, so this is why i need to send energy at you which makes you feel bad about owning this maleness inside the body of a woman, because i need to see you find shame and see you disown that masculinity which you own in order to make me feel more comfortable with myself.”
If i were to be categorised on a “lesbian” schema - i would fall right in between “lipstick” & “butch”. If i were more “butch” - i get the feeling that i no man would ever try to bring me down with a moustache like that but i clearly own a degree of “lipstick”ism, don’t wax or shave that much, but sometimes i feel like it. Don’t enjoy wearing makeup that much at all, but sometimes - i feel like it.
This post is again in the stasis where my thoughts have not found good consluion, but i’m okay with that because i can always follow things up another time.
What i can say for now - is if anyone has ever felt “different” or “not like anyone else” - especially when it’s regarding that inner-conflict experienced with gender-identity - I highly recommend that you source “Beautiful Boxer” and watch it. The story it conveys was incredibly powerful for me, and i hope the sensations of peace, healing and inspiration that i experienced with my own gender-identity when watching this film has a similar positive & inspiring effect on others.
In the meanwhile, enjoying the WO-MAN that i’m becoming as a FE-MALE.
Femininity -isms
I’m being attacked by several trails of thought.
1. I have gotten myself into trouble for failing to sleep. I did take my medication at a very low dose, but it clealry wasn’t enough to knock me down.
2. I relate a lot more closely towards women who wear a hijab and like to be private & conservative compared to women who live in sexy-girl “flashy” world, but i belong to neither worlds and live in the middle of both called “somewhere else that is almost never portrayed in mainstream media”.
2. I feel neither 100% Turkish or 100% Aussie even though i was born in OZ. Struggle with my cultural identity - i don’t have one. I don’t feel like i “belong” to either at all, more like rejected by both! It’s like a mix of both but it’s neither of both at the same time. My concept of “cultural” identity lives along the realms of people who have:
a) a sense of humour
b) can tolerate or enjoy the smell of their own farts, perhaps rate them on the basis of smell and volume, either way - a fart is likely to make them laugh out loud, even moreso if someone blows a truly stinky one that would require you to evacuate the building
c) people who are good with cooking, use raw ingredients and not the processed stuff, have a real knack to the “art of hosting”
d) people with a noticeable sense of international diplomacy, those who get pleasure from learning/understanding the customs of other cultures
This is the best i can come up with in terms of how i tend to identify on a cultural level. When people ask me where my name comes from, it’s incredibly awkward to announce it’s Turkish, because people naturally start to categorise me in terms of their experiences with Turkish people & culture. I guess the same may occur with my annoucement of being Australian born & bread, who knows how many may associate that with something like Crocodile Dundee and other “outback” references that are iconically Aussie. I personally really enjoy “Americans”, my experiences of Americana - that i’ve always been in love with that country and have always wished that i had grown up over there, equally aware that those who identify with being American will face some kind of negative regard as well. Either way, i guess this is still my own journey no different to others as they come to terms with learning more about who they are with the passage of time. I’m just aware that my life doesn’t have a specific cultural connection via country so it keeps me in an in-between kind of state.
3. I experience the same with my gender identity, don’t feel i belong to either “male” or “female”. I have qualities that make me very feminine in some ways, but also own many other qualities that would be deemed as masculine (or non-feminine) Kind of feel at most peace by kind of regarding myself as a kind of androgenous thing that lives in the middle of both worlds called “somewhere else which is never protrayed in mainstreem media, or any attempts to present a strong ass kicking chick will not be coming paired with breasts in a humble “B CUP” size for quite some time) Oh - maybe Sigourney Weaver in Alien (especially when she’s a mother and says “GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BITCH” and starts shooting with a BFG) could possibly pass for something which is close to me. *lol*
4. I need to formally process the story of my pregnancy and chilbirth experience that was complicated with Multiple Sclerosis. I endured monumentally bad treatment from some of the doctors at the hospitals. I hold a lot of unprocessed anger. While i have found a great deal of closure over the years on the event, a part of my heart is still stuck on a particular doctor who was truly one hell of an asshole. My usual method is to channel such things through humour, to mock and take the piss out of it, to find a way of laughing out loud. I performed a stand up comedy routine in an attempt to process the event, and it was fantastic. It just feels like i need to take the piss out of this one particular doctor, or i really need to find a way to say,
“HEY - the hospital service at KGV & RPAH emergency ward was a festering pool of shit so bad that you can smell the degree of entropy and rott the minute you walk into the joint”…
….anyways, surely i will find a way to process such things with a greater level of grace and eloquence. For the meanwhile, it really feels like i need to “stick it” to these people, make them accountable for the disgraceful mistakes and poor treatment. It’s the “nice and polite” people like me who refrain from causing a “racket” that are at the greatest risk in my opinion, because you won’t get the attention that you need unless you act like psychotic a lunatic.
Sorry…. a federal election is nearing and i think both the major parties have had their pros and cons. I can’t stand it when people engage in this stupid shitfights of,
PARTY A: “I have this idea, i think things could work well this way”
PARTY B: “NO! Your idea sucks, it’s wrong and bad and i’m just gonna say that it sucks and attack you for it because if i’m ever perceived to be agreeing with you on anything, this will make me be perceived as a looser”.
Ah yeah …. i guess i prefer the company of people who prefer to make the effort in working together to strategise on how things can be done better as a “team”. Well - i guess i achieve a lot doing things that way in my personal life anyway.
What else haven’t i covered yet?
Oh right, what does “femininity” actually mean? Right now, it feels like a judgement of socially perceived female attractiveness that can score you a boyfriend to plug up and fill an empty void in your life, which hardly places any emphasis on establishing, maintaining and commiting to a long-term relationship with someone else that is successful.
Today, i came to the realisation that a child was spawned out of my body. Like, geeze - only women can do that huh? How the hell can i not be female-enough? Hmm….
Oh right, another one.
5. I really loved kickboxing when i took it up a few years ago and i’m really really missing it alot right now.
A Walk In The Clouds
Have made progress with my 4th attempt to run up the stairmaster 2000 mountain without stopping. Hard to convey the distance with photography but my previous attempt as a visual reference is here.
Have reached the halfway point of the entire distance without stopping now. Clocked about 40km of walking since the last attempt. Current walking goal is set to 15km/week. I’ve mapped out a 4.5km circuit for myself which takes about an hour, try to head out as much as i can. Usually clock around 20km, but i keep the end goal low and achieveable in the event of life circumstances getting in the way.
It’s getting easier to climb up the steepest part of the hill. Still challenging, but it feels good to slowly conquer it.
Interesting morning walk today. A very warm 21C start but there is rain on the way. The appearance of the weather pictured above, dramatically shifted within the course of a minute or two!
As i was walking up the hill, i turned my head around and had a momentary panic attack because it almost looked like a potential bushfire had errupted in the valley.
Heatwaves for the last 2-3 days, but to my relief, it was low lying fog. I’ve been rattled by the fire storm bushfires in California striking at the moment.
A very fast travelling fog from a SE direction. I could see all the way to the neighbouring suburb of Katoomba in the west one minute, then boom - obscured by fog.
No video camera on me, but I’ve always loved the sensation of seeing fog move, feels like walking in the clouds. It was amazing to see this mass of fog travel towards the left of this picture, and even more to walk right into it when i reached the corner. It felt like my eyes needed windscreen wipers!
Completely blanketed with fog by the time i head back down the mountain towards home.
Rapid cooling on the way.
When i headed out of the house with my son to take him to school, his immediate commentary was,
“Oh No! It’s winter again!”
Quite funny when it gets really hot here. He always asks if it’s global warming that is causing the weather to be so hot. *lol* It’s been beautiful to watch him slowly learn and understand about the different functions of seasons.
