Okay, so I know it looks a little bit "Yanni at the Acropolis"-ish, but here is yours truly pulling out his Verne Q. Powell flute with the gold Brannen-Cooper headjoint to get ready to serenade the sunset at one of the most amazing sites in Southern Australia - the sentinels of limestone rock stationed along a remote stretch of highway on The Great Ocean Road known as The !2 Apostles.
The problem is that nature has not cooperated with the folks who named the site and who carved that bronze plaque at the visitor's center, as the natural process of waves and erosion mean that there are now only like 8 apostles. Sorry, Jesus!
In fact one of the Apostle structures known as London Bridge is looking for a new moniker, as the arch-like structure that connected the two towers recently collapsed. I guess that means a net gain of one apostle, so one tourist's loss is another one's gain!
Anyway, here is a series of shots of the sun setting over the 7, 8 or 9 apostles or however many there still are - it doesn't really matter as the spectacular view and the quasi-mystical vibe to the place made me feel like I was photographing the book cover of some old 1970's Dell paperback science-fiction novel by Samuel Delaney or Lin Carter or James Blish!
Can't you just feel Charlton Heston from the end of Planet of the Apes pounding his fist in the sand and screaming ""God Damn you all to hell" when you look at this landscape?
After dark I realized just how desolate a place I was in when I looked for a place to grab a meal. I drove down the starry night road a few more kilometers to the small town of Port Campbell, where I found a nice curry and rice and a glass of Shiraz. Luckily the local gas station was open until 8 p.m.
It would have been a bit too Mad Max to get stranded out there alone with my rental car on fumes!