Snake story one: I'm jogging along the concrete track beside the creek at dusk when I see another jogger coming my way with a crazy uncoordinated gait, arms flapping and shining one of those blue-white LED torches at me. (I got a half busted red bicycle light flashing n my hand, so the lycra Caddell-Evans-wannabes don't mow me down).
He's a bit freaked out apparently because he just saw a snake on the concrete bike/walk track. I'm surprised by his reaction. This is a bushy section with dense stands of mature eucalyptus (gum) trees, a creek and the nearest habitation is a good 300 meters away. I tell him "yeah, I see them around here all the time. Thanks for the warning" and keep going. All of asudden, all I can think about is snakes and I'm on hyper-alert, gingerly navigating every large crack and every small gnarly branch on the darkening track lest it be a snake.
Snake Story Two - I'm visiting Nana Brine at her beachside abode. We've seen lots of big fat red bellied black snakes on the concrete track she talked the council into building - the one that curls from the esplanade to the beach, between two multi-million dollar houses.
She's nearly 90 and tells me about when she was a young girl living near a mangrove shrouded creek, there used to be a lot of snakes, so her father would kill them with an axe and then hang them on the fence. I'd love to know why, but she doesn't remember that part.
Today's post is for all the walking wounded who are starting the working week already wrecked.
Today's image is what you get when you take $5K worth of camera equipment out at the wreck site of the Wollongbar at Byron Bay on a flat day, process the 100Mb image down to a1M jpeg, send it to your phone and processs that on a free app, then email it to yourself to process again in photoshop. Easy.
Coming to the Gold Coast in March is the cultural circus that is Bleach. A few images here from their web site. At the same time (stupidly, says I) is the Noosa Festival of Surf 200 kms to the north.
Although both are designed to harvest the tourist dollar by appealing to a diverse range of (cashed up) tastes from surfers to live music devotees to aRt tragics (stupidly, I tick all boxes), there's some interesting stuff afoot for those in love with the brine.