Bill's Board

Monochrome Monday (down to the sea again)

 Some salty snippets of memories and verse

 for my siblings of the sea and assorted lurkers.

"I must down to the seas again, 

for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call 

that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day 

with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, 

and the sea-gulls crying."

John Masefield, Sea Fever: Selected Poems

Monochrome Monday

Bungalow Bill

Bungalow Bill Stewart from Woosleys surfboards swinging it round the summer traffic.

Use The Force

Maybe it's because I observe too closely or the fact that I keep hearing that tune from Star Wars.
Nonetheless, I think the extinct iMac Fruity resembles Mr Vader.
Tony Stewart half the force behind the rebirth of the iconic Woosleys Surfboards using his powers to harness joy at Happy Valley, Sunshine Coast.

Mix Tape

Underwater

Amazing  series of tropical thunderstorms last night, started with this one which seemed to chase my bus home. Looking up I was reminded of the view of boiling foam when you dive under a set wave.

 

Razor Time

I really have better things to be doing this morning than Photoshopping a few JPEGs into shape.

I mean, I could be dragging some sharp object across my face so that my appearance is less scarey and hairy.
I could be chucking some chemicals thru my hair to remove the grease and then chuck some more in to add oils back.
I could be rolling some more chemicals under my manly arm pits and brushing other stuff onto what's left of my teeth (did I tell you about the $600 wave? Dentist's fee after nasty wipeout).
I could be imprisoning my fallen arches into leathery corporate looking shoes and striding confidently towards my commuting destiny.

Or I could be surfing.

Painting by Parrish Watts

Monochrome Monday (sax x sax)

Monochrome Monday