Autumns

April might have been the cruelest month for TS Eliot, but I love autumn,  after the sub-tropical El Nino summers we get now.
Autumn, I salute you and your leaves turning red and gold.

Indian Summer

Juan

Harry

Matty

Honolua

Noosa Dreamings Pt1

Zombie -like at dawn, I grapple with the realisation that I am not made for late midnights.

Yet, the beautifully crafted film The Book Thief on free-to-air was worth it.

Dreamed of surfing with somebody famous, maybe Mick Fanning, but he agreed the waves were too dumpy. Then I caught beauty and finished beside Aunty Norma (RIP) and her daughter J. Woke up at 945am, a new record of sorts.

More Electric Kool Aid

The Final Countdown

So summer is being dragged kicking and screaming towards Autumn. Ten days to go. Counting down.

Hunters and Collectors

Summer - Day 77
"Do you see what I see?"
Hunters and Collectors

Valentine's Day

Summer - Day 75

Summer - Day 75
"You get wet, it's free
You get high, you're alive
surf's up tonight"
Midnight Oil

Two for Tuesday

"I left my soul there,
Down by the sea"
Morecheeba

Das Kommute

Out the back