I've walked the walk,
and sang the songs,
of the soul and the blues,
but if I must walk this road again,
can I borrow a pair of shoes?
feathered vanity
I took some photos one morning at Pt Roadknight, using my new Canon 5D mII. I'm really quite delighted with my investment.
PS. Before the tide got too full the surf was pretty good too!
dreamy eyes
Patterson ambled to the crest of most southern cliff he could find. He stood and watched as the bitterly cold onshore whitewater streaked across the jagged rocks, until saying to himself,
“One day, one day I will have the old sailboat seaworthy again, and I will become one with the horizon.”
At which point he froze in horror, and his eyes filled with cloudy panic,
“Not today though, as my minestrone is burning on the stove…”
voyeur
My intrigue with the ocean is not exclusive to my personal surfing pursuits, but also the relationship other individuals share with it. Watching a true waterman negotiate such an expanse of water and raw power is a simple, yet mesmerising joy.
colours
If every new day is a gift, this sunrise was like receiving a Ford fucking Mustang on your 18th birthday.
cows, grass, ocean, wine and love
The open fire eventually did roar at the Johanna Beach cottage, situated amongst lush green hills a good 4 hour drive from stress, careers and expectations. Red wine was generously poured from black and red cardboard casks as the conversation grew louder and the toothy grins brighter.
From the cottage, The Great Southern Ocean could often be spotted peering through the point where grassy hills met, and also proved a challenging playground for those armed with fishing rods and surf craft.
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