As Glyn motored down the harbour in the early morning mist, here I
was, same place, same race, same city, same boat, same landscape,
different light, much foreboding, will it present an opportunity to
capture something different, to reflect upon the sport and the city of
dreams, the people who participate, the landscape, will it just be a
re-run of last year.

Where was that crisp autumn Sydney light, sharp and sparkling as
though it were the blade of a wood choppers axe, my mind reflected on
the usual thought, the familiar is difficult to capture with fresh
eyes, and the unfamiliar presents a visual feast.

Anti-terrorism squad.

Masters and commanders.

Good heavens.

Lemmings.

Vulgar paddler.

Corroboree.

The Army.

Bondi rescue.

Tired but happy. Girlie Goins with Tacoma Jim, Mrs Sparkle, and Girlie's mum, on her Sunday outing.

Last one home. Swam good, done fine.

PA.

Glistening Dave and his clouds.

International visitors: Heather Osborne (NZ) and Luiz Castro (Brazil).

Coastguard.

Wackers.

Scallop.

Waiting.