After many years of working in a small town, I think I have finally become accepted by a few, as a local. It is quite amazing when you move to a rural town, how long it takes for some people to accept you. This has never been a real issue for me , but just an observation of how resistant to change some folk are. A few customers commented to me that I was one of the last of the old faces to leave the hardware store. As this community that I live in changes, due to land development and urban sprawl stretching its way up our highway from our major city to our doorstop, the original (if there is such a thing) people are selling up and moving or just growing old and dying. Here is a tree drawing/painting from the local area. This is the tree that blocked the view of the Glasshouse Mountains, from the Mary Cairncross Park at Maleny. I don't know if it is still there but I decided to make it the subject instead of the mountains. Possibly a very non-local thing to do.
On Sunday I threw the push bike in the back of the work ute, and drove up to Caloundra, which is on the beach. This was last day that I had the use of the ute so I made the most of it. I rode along the boardwalk (which is a path that meanders along the coastline) from Bulcock beach to Moffat beach. One of the beaches I passed through was King Beach, which has recently been renovated, refurbished, and re-worked. Below is a drawing/painting done before any of the work had commenced. This local work looks north from Kings Beach on an overcast day. On the rocky point can be seen Norfolk Pine trees that feature quite prominently along the shoreline in this area. There have been many whales traveling along this coastline over the last week, maybe as many as 80 or so. I saw a few frolicking in the choppy waves as I rode on by.