Lake Monger, Perth.

…it’s actually a succulent.  One that tends to radiate out from the centre.  I can’t imagine it would make good eating if one was to mistake it for a cabbage.

There’ something wonderfully simplistic about ‘dashboard photography’.  The premise is that as dusk approaches, you crank up the F stop and increase the exposure time to let in a fair bit of light.  This, coupled with your forward velocity at 30.58ms-1 coupled with the undefined velocity of vehicles heading towards you lends itself not only to a fairly interesting picture, but one which is truly unique as it would be nigh on impossible to replicate.

Simple, sure, but simplicity does not in anyway dictate beauty.

I’d also not recommend you to try this at home while driving…

Albany Hwy.

time, all the long red lines
that take control
of all the smokelike streams
that flow into your dreams
that big blue open sea
that can’t be crossed
that can’t be climbed
just born between
oh the two white lines
distant gods and faded signs
of all those blinking lites
you had to pick the one tonite

holes, dug by little moles
angry jealous spies
got telephones for eyes
come to you as friends
all those endless ends
that can’t be tied
oh they make me laugh
and always make me cry
’til they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones
of all the stones I throw

how does that old song go

how does that old song go

bands, those funny little plans
that never work quite right

It’s that fraction of a second of a moment that makes the world of difference…

18/01/2009

Another one of those images that doesn’t really look like a great deal but kind of looks familiar.  That description is probably sufficient.  And no, it’s not a pavlova.

18/01/2009.

In other news, Perth’s sunset put on a spectacular display this evening and I was lucky enough to be there to capture it.  Lots of great images to come from there in the coming weeks.

In an image not amiss with the ‘summer’ weather of today, more cloudscapes from above Bennion Beach.

There’s something almost hypnotic about the relentless ebb and flow of the ocean with each passing wave.  As you quickly learn living on the western edge of a continent, no two sunsets are the same and the same goes for each break of the wave; the ocean is  sufficiently random that you never quite know where it will go, or what it will do next.  South Trigg has a protruding sandbar which ensures interesting patterns and breaks.

Brightly coloured townhouses poised atop a hill beside the West Coast Highway in Scarborough melt into a blur of early dusk light and car momentum.