Pleasant Avenue

I love the colours in this photo, they calm and soothe me. I need to be calmed and soothed.

Labels: Bilgola Beach, surf

Surf, sun, sand. Men of all shapes and sizes, united by the creep of their budgie smugglers, as they roll and wedge up each heaving arse. Beautiful timber boats, skillfully controlled, yet still at the mercy of the last wave in the set. A sea of naked limbs, red and yellow caps and hairy arses, tumble in the foam.

Labels: budgie smugglers, clubbies, newport beach, summer, surf, surf club, wedgies

Sometimes the world takes on a different hue.

Rainy day at the local mall, with things to buy, money to spend. Inadequate parking as ever on days like this, in the lead-up to the Jesus season. Every man and his flea-bitten mongrel, shuffling around in the fluorescence. Saggy-titted women (oh get a bra for fuck's sake!) pushing their snot-faced (NB the snot was not limited to the nose) kids around and around and around. Husbands held captive, glazed eyes searching for something, anything of interest, and wanting to be at home watching the Grand Prix, or getting sucked-off by that attractive red-headed chick in Jeans West... or anything, anywhere but there in the Legionella gloom.

Labels: bad weather, beach, early morning, newport, saggy tits, shopping mall, sunrise

This post says, "That chick will photograph anything" and what's more... I will post it. Lucky, lucky you.

As I write this, I'm listening to Depche Mode's Enjoy the Silence, loud, loud, loud in my headphones, and I am enjoying the silence of a household where I am the only occupant awake.

Labels: afternoon sun, ducks, narrabeen lagoon

I have lived within spitting distance of this wharf for 5 years. Yesterday was the first time I've set foot on it.

Labels: Pittwater

How Aussie is that? One look at this car reminds me of day trips to inland dams, where we would fish for trout and catch carp. One look evokes the scent of wet dog and freshly lit cigarette. One look and I remember my lithe, tanned, kid-limbs and the JC sandals that adorned the feet of all kids my age in the 70's. I think dad crashed this car too.

I like cars... and all that you can do in them.

I have a long-held idea about moving to the country, getting a large patch of dirt, a cow and a horse or two. I always picture myself as extremely happy; eating home-grown vegies, swimming in ice-cold, crystal-clear water-holes, my barefoot kids running around happy as Larry. The picture is so vivid and easy-to-imagine for me as it is a snapshot of the happiest period of my childhood. I am a nostalgic creature.

Attempting to recapture this happy period of my life will never work, especially if I can't say I am happy in the here and now. You've got to be happy in the here and now. Right now, I can't say that I am happy, but, I can say that I see a light at the end of the tunnel... thank fuck.

I'm going to miss the soft squeak of the white as white sand on the beaches of my 'holiday' destination.

It seems like forever since I left, yet it has barely been two weeks. Lots of thinking has been done (and a truckload of sunbathing). I'd much rather be away still, but that would be the easy road.