© irene waters 2015
Most often beneath my feet is my dog (or rather my husband’s dog). Walking him twice a day we cover a lot of ground beneath our feet.
© irene waters 2015
Even at Jaspers Bakery where we have coffee at the conclusion of our walk he is under our feet.
© irene waters 2015
The terrain we cross differs. Sometimes grass.
© irene waters 2015
Other times sand. Some sand with crabs other sand with rutile.
© irene waters 2015
© irene waters 2015
Sometimes a footpath of concrete is beneath our feet.
© irene waters 2015
This little chap has Sydney beneath his feet. He has reached the top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge without the harnesses and ropes and the terror that stops me from making the climb.
© irene waters 2015
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
What interesting points of view. I especially love the one of the little boy with red shoes. Something tells me he went up in an elevator. Didn’t know there was a glass viewing site over Sydney.
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I love the little chap too. It was a display in a museum, miniature replica of Sydney under a glass floor. It was great and I the boy was really engaging with it.
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That’s a detail (replica of Sydney) I couldn’t possible have known without your explanation, having never been to Australia. Makes better sense now though not as daring. Thanks for the info.
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I like the idea of a glass ceiling over Sydney that you could walk over. Would make a good story I think.
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I’m so glad it’s a display! I got woozy looking at it, thinking it was an elevator or top story glass floor!
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LOL. The stuff good stories are made from.
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Great photos for this challenge. Love the last two with Sydney beneath his feet
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Yes they are my favourites also.
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I love how Jasper reclines on his belly with frog legs!
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He will actually walk around on his tummy travelling a considerable area of ground. He looks really very funny.
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I love the first pic. He is so adorable 🙂
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