North Beach, WA.

The cold icy tendrils of winter are slowly enveloping us here in the west.  Sometimes it’s nice to remember a warmer time.

Lake Monger, WA.

…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.

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

One appears to be experiencing some shenanigans with one’s computer this evening, so I’ve been forced to dip into the archives for an image.

This image is from the Gap in Albany, quite possibly my favourite place on earth.  The average age of the rocks is ~3.5 billion years.

29/09/2008.

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.

The strong south westerly winds we’ve been cursed with this year manage to dredge up all sorts of miscellania onto the beach, though even more tends to appear in the autumn when the strong ocean currents kick.

Looking fresh from a japanese restaurant, the afternoon offerings could do with some soy sauce.

Bennion Beach is a dog friendly beach which always lends itself to a myriad of frantically placed footsteps near the water’s edge.  Each animal that wanders the beach (human included) leave their own unique mark, but none perhaps so frenetic as the canine.

In other news, I’ve posted the back story for the recent Kings Park series featuring the boab tree.  Another trip is due there shortly.