Showing posts with label bottom turn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bottom turn. Show all posts

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Remembering Megan

"What's so incredibly amusing with photography
is that while seemingly an art of the surface, 
it catches things I haven't even noticed."
Jacques Henri Latrigue


Today's post is dedicated to my wonderful niece, Megan. That's her above, snapped last century, when things were more carefree.. While I wander around Byron looking for waves today, she'll be doing what she did yesterday and the day before - caring for her terminally ill husband. 
Life makes no sense, sometimes.



Friday, December 20, 2013

The Medici's Don't Surf

OK Santa, here's the deal.
Swimming around the impact zone 
with a film camera containing 36 exposures, max, 
is really so last century - like this shot.

What I need is a nice wide lens and port to go with my DSLR.

In return, I'll create a few memorable slices of time
that surfers can pass down to future generations.

So could you please hook me up 
with a rich patron of the aRts?

I realise the Medici's probably don't surf, 
but some crew like them or the Gates', yeah, 
that would suffice - lots of money to splash on The aRts.
Thanks
PS You might want to go easy on the calories, 
your BMI must be in the red zone

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Extract (Bus)



Some half thought out, quickly scribbled diary notes from this week's travels and travails. Have a bus-free weekend. (Unless your "bus" is a kombi)


"This is not my bus. 
No mine is missing in action, a phantom on some mythical schedule where transportation runs on time.
The electronic notice board said mine was 29 minutes away - enough time for me to almost walk home.
So I hop the first bus that comes along that will drop me near my home."




"But the passengers on this Other Bus are a different demographic from way out on the perimeter of the city where young people still get Southern Cross tattoos and sport Bad Girl and We're Full stickers on their cars with pride .

No this is not my normal ride, where everybody vaguely knows each others faces but doesn't talk, preferring to stay immersed in mobile phone apps. Or in my case mobile mantras.

No this is not my bus alright. It's more like some surrealistic Dylan ballad where cowboys, tarot readers and gypsy women mingle in the shared goal of Getting Home."



"The highlight was seeing something I've never seen in all my years of travelling here or overseas - a young bearded bloke making origami sculptures, oblivious to the eclectic mix of passengers swaying as the bus hits its stride. Origami is definitely a handy skill for a twenty something in today's depressed job market. One must have a point of differentiation ."




Sunday, May 5, 2013

Monochrome Monday (high key)

 I got a heap of words in my head for this morning's post. They cover shooting high key imagery, excess calorie consumption, crazy strangers preaching revolutions and myth-as-history and something about brine. But I just can't wake up properly and prize the words into some sort of semblance of sense, so the pics can talk today.













Thursday, March 22, 2012

Short or long?

No matter whether you'e
riding short boards 
or longborads.
Here's to a brilliant weekend!