Sunrise and Quokkas on Rottnest

Staying the night on Rottnest meant we were there for the sunrise.

The sun just above a flat horizon, laying a bright path across calm water, with a couple of moored boats at left and an orange sky above. — Sunrise over the water.

The early light turned the settlement golden. The streets were almost empty.

A quiet street in early morning light, with large shady trees at left and a long low building with a veranda glowing orange at right. — The settlement in the early morning.

A jetty running out into a calm blue bay with boats at anchor, seen past a fence, a lawn and a broad, dark green tree. — The jetty and the bay.

Another day on the island

We spent the morning getting around the way we had the day before: walking, and riding the island bus.

A white sand beach with turquoise water and surf beyond, people on the sand and a row of red hire bicycles parked at right, seen through a bus window. — A beach busy with cyclists.

A blue signpost by a road through low dunes, pointing to the lighthouse, 0.6 km, Green Island, 0.8 km, Strickland Bay, 1.9 km, and West End, 5.6 km. — Signs pointing across the island.

The quokkas

Our son was excited and curious about the quokkas. He wasn’t afraid at all, and he kept approaching them.

A toddler in a patterned grey top bending down to touch a quokka on a shaded patch of ground scattered with leaves, with a fence, dunes and moored boats behind. — Our son and a quokka.

He chased the birds too.

A paved area with a large spreading tree, a curved orange planter and a Rottnest Island wildlife sign, in front of low buildings under a deep blue sky. — A wildlife sign in the settlement.

A small child in a dark top running across a quiet road towards a pair of gulls and a crow, with a fence, grassy dunes and a ferry beyond. — A wildlife sign in the settlement.

A person in a bright pink top, holding a small child, looking out over a bay full of moored motor boats and yachts, from a curved path beside a lawn. — Looking out over the moored boats.

Back to Perth

Later that day, we took the ferry back to the mainland.

That evening, I photographed the river at dusk, probably the Swan River near where we were staying.

A wide, calm river at dusk, with a motor cruiser on the water and a low, dark line of trees and buildings along the far shore under a pale orange sky. — The river at dusk, back in Perth.

There is only one photograph from the following day, 5 April, and it isn’t one for this story. I think it was one of the quieter days, spent relaxing at the apartment and exploring the neighbourhood.