i’ve been struck.
Posted in nature, pia's photos, sydney May 15th, 2008 by piablog

not by lightening. not by fever. nor by hand… it happened the moment I found this image lurking in an old photo folder on my desktop…

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I’m homesick. And I’ve been struck hard.

Why do I do it to myself, why did I have to come up with this water theme which lead me to finding this?

I took this photograph with my AE-1, and I remember it vividly. This represents home. It is Sydney life. My old Sydney life, hanging out on the Hawkesbury River, on a boat called the Avventura, waking up to this view. Okay, it’s not like we did this every day, but on the occassional weekend, all through summer, it’s what we did.

As soon as I saw this image this afternoon I could smell the crisp clean morning air, I could hear the cicadas getting their little wings ready for their incessant (but now so missed!) buzzing. I could feel the sea breeze play with my hair, and the sun touch my skin. Sweet memories. sweet seaside memories.

This is definately the soundtrack to this image. Definately.

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7 Comments

  1. Jen says

    Another song I think of is Seaside by The Kooks.
    Beautiful. Ethereal. Thank you for the dip.

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  2. vic says

    This happens to me occasionally, although more so when I was living in Manchester. It comes in the form of a pang, like hunger but worse because you know feeding it is next to impossible.

    These days I get homesick for people more than places, for the laughter of friends far away, just for the presence of familiarity, really. But then I remember where I am and how much I’d wish I was here if I were there and it disappears fairly quickly.

    Hang in there. x

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  3. sofia says

    I know exactly what you mean Pia, when the weather begins to get hotter, I can’t help to think about the beautiful beaches of my home country (Portugal – I know it’s not far) but I don’t often return there.
    I have almost no family living there anymore and although I have wonderful souvenirs I often also think about the bad ones so it’s more like a nostalgic souvenir in my head…like anouther life I lived 🙂

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  4. marie says

    oh i know what you mean 🙂 im not homesick yet..but im sure it will come..the air just smells different here

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  5. pia says

    Marie, don’t get me started on the air of Paris! It is certainly not as pure as our Aussie air, that’s for sure.

    Sofia, yes it is definately the heat that brings on the homesickness, it reminds me of home for sure. I agree, it feels like another life. I have never been to Portugal but I’ve heard it is beautiful and i’d like to go while I’m living in Europe.

    Vic, pang is exactly what it feels like! I get homesickness for both people and places – i am a bit of a nature girl so I get a bit attached to surroundings as much as I do to people. You are so right about wanting to be here if you were back there, ditto ditto.

    Jen, I don’t know that song by name, I’ll check it out now, thanks!!

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  6. stacy says

    I sounds perfect. But then again, most memories are far better or far worse then what actually was. None the less, it sounds good.

    May 17th, 2008 | #

  7. pia says

    yes that’s true stacy. and always at the time it just seems normal, and later, in hindsight, especially my hindsight, memories are inflated for either better or worse.

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