Friday, December 30, 2011
Cheers!
Some mildly delerious contemplation about becoming a bogan in the west. No. Here's cheers for all the happy hours that I missed with people over the silly season.
Sir Prance-a-lot
Busted!
Imagine strange hissing sound. I'm going to be listening so hard when back east to see if sprinklers are still in use. This was around 10am sun up full tilt. Crappy housing commission duplex with asbestos fences even has flat out underground watering systems. Impressive but insane suburban standards.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Sugar Cane Processing
As a young tacker my grandparents took me and my cousins to a sugar cane processing plant near Cairns. This shit really really stinks. I was thinking about trips to Port Kembla when I remembered this other Aussie icon. Sure this poster is American, but great font and her hair is fantastic. Let's dance.
Sister Action
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Sex in the West
Friday, December 23, 2011
Vacant or engaged?
Lawn Criminals!
Image Search Challenge #1
Thursday, December 22, 2011
I love being on holidays!
Can You Feel It?
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Totally frazzled
Spinster Showdown
There is some heated passionate knitting discussion going on here in the library. Very distracting the debates about corner to corner and the value of show versus tell. These women are a little bit too excited for a public space, I mean c'mon, people are trying to work here! Had to pick this blurry image because it comes from spinstersemporium.co.uk and has Emu on it. Maybe I wont die in my flat alone to be found after a week has gone by after all?
Goo Goo Gaa Gaa
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Champion Woof!
Monday, December 19, 2011
Buttercup
Proof in the Magic Pud
I am absolutely going to finish this god damn postgraduate project. That useless piece of paper is mine. This image is my work space at the local library where I get down to the serious business of waffle. Very comfortable. I get here at 9am when the library opens after walking about half an hour from my sisters place. I still keep waking up at 3am Melbourne time. Had the most craziest of dreams last night about an old flame that had hooked up with Lindsay Lohan and was being really mean to me and then all my moustache hair started falling out in chunks! Really AWFUL!
Numerology
Boring shot of park
Spearwood Sights
Places and spaces catch my eye. These are the times when I wish I was a real photographer so I could capture what these places really feel like. Anyhoo, 3 days down and 11 to go. Doesn't sound so bad huh? There will be more travel log installments like this to come. I am also going to do one on lawn practice in WA. Ha! There's a thing to behold! Stay tuned and all will be revealled.
Love Dogs
1900's Photography
I have a modest collection of these sorts of images and a voracious interest in tableau in all its various forms. It's probably not coming through in my work at this point. I thought these might be of interest to a certain vicarious traveller who is partial to dressing up and who also likes a bit of cultural mish mash.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
If you were an instrument
If you were an instrument what would you be? Not something I have thought about for a long time, until someone reminded me. Trying to make the best music of your life that you can. Saw this as we were driving and demanded to pull over immediately as a matter of life or death. Now it seems things have moved on to snappier precussive celebrations. Rock on!
ZIO!
I look tired after an hour and a half! Can't imagine what it's like after 6 months of poor sleep and a life totally directed by the needs of a little peanut. Still it was a lot of fun in that way that surprises you when you didn't think you had it in you. I had the most uncanny sense of my grandmother looking after me in Sydney as a young baby as we took little walks outside in the fresh Freemantle afternoon, keeping to the shade, chewing sunglasses and singing 'blackbird'. Something to do with being close to the ocean.
Happy families
Me being a bad tourista yet again. Lovely sista and boyfriend took me down to the local beach with Grace. It was blowing a gale but she didn't seem to mind in fact a bit of outside action seems to be just the ticket. Little trooper fell asleep in the car on the way home. In our jaunt out and about we discovered the end of what looked like a huge sailing day in Freemantle. Gonna go back today and see if we can catch some action. Hooray and up she rises early in the morning!
Put a bird on it
As the new year approaches and the sheckles pile up at Gringot's I am still contemplating getting this work done. It's gonna cost a bomb for sure. Bloody super chux and her put a bird on it has held me back for a while. Japanese wood block artwork of waves and wind with small wrens acrobating for their lives. Peacefully. I had thought that it would be good to Australianise this and make it more relevant due to it's permanence. How good is photoshop?
Serenity in others
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Hills Hoist Holiday
I love the way Jo is the perfect echo to my commentary. It's all about the sing song which is so different culturally and is hard to get used to. The time difference made things a bit unreal but it was so quiet and calm. Beautiful sea breezes and soft evening sun. Me straight away off with shirt and beers out on the back cement. If I can just finish my feces all will be well in the world! Cheers.
Be Here Now
Arrival in Cockburn
So this is what it's like. Light agricultural area of market gardens. I'm pretty happy about that. What's not to like about rows and rows of vegetables. Everything seems faded and worn and slow. This feels like the perfect holiday after all the Melbourne Madness. Glad I'm not going to India after all!
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