Pines of some kind, I think. The stands of trees on the Botany Bay foreshore tend to be in homogenous clumps. Elsewhere banksias and Norfolk pines. Today every tree shelters a picnic.
Pollution. The airport. A breakwater. A buoy - last year I knew what it meant, too.
Nothing says spring family outing like a lost kite.
Yacht race(s). Plane(s) landing.
It's pretty filthy, isn't it.
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