Planned surf didn't eventuate due to the ocean's lazy mood, so we head to a street festival in one of the more affluent inner city suburbs, taking one lens and an old 4G card, only to discover a crowd of thousands and free bands - winning.
Big thanks to Mark Seymour, former front of Aussie pub rock icons Hunters and Collectors. His set was flawless on a perfect balmy winter arvo - double winning.
This post dedicated to my co-catcher of tadpoles and guitar teacher, Tony Maguire. Who said nobody ever sees the bass player?
"I spy your humble home
I see the tea towels fly
In a blinding flash
I see the years go by
Memories twisted around
Somebody's finger
Behind me now
Oh but I still remember
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?
We go north to the ocean
We drove so far
But last year's light is shining
hotter than the sun
Looking for someone
In a city that I know
But I wasn't round for long
I had somewhere else to go"
from Do You See What I See? by Hunters and Collectors
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