Jan 21
A bloke could wander up and down windswept beaches for half his life before finding one of these.
So I stuck it in the boot and brought it home. Later on that day I wondered what the stink was when I got back into the car to go get Friday night’s pizza.
Header pic is of the late Dewey Weber, aka the little man on wheels.
another day in australia
I would like to apply for the soon to be advertised position of CEO of he RAT Audit and Fine Collecting Procedures Department.
Eyes down, a mile of deserted beach to walk
up and back.
Two miles.
With the sun being at its obliging best,
glinting,
on this half-hidden jewellery of sand-scrubbed shell,
fragile, transparent.
Years of abrasion, and never a foot to crush them.
Beaches are best when they are deserted, left alone,
for centuries.
Russell on the left, Wayne in the middle. No recollection of who took the photo, perhaps it was Wayne's sister, Danielle. Danielle. She who never showed an interest in the fifteen year-old boy gazing at the camera so intently
Certain nuances of behaviour could be observed last century when the membership congregated in the sun outside the polio pit
Getting that weapon loose of the boardshorts would strangle a herniated prolapse.
it was the recurrent, non-consensual
low grit/high volume sand enemas that got me.
I’d be walking past this family, doffing my cap and saying ‘how do ye do.’ before carrying on towards the northern dunes, which I would climb.
Dunes that ended at the shallow waters of Rose Bay.
Where I would fish a little east of where the Wintergarden sits, bring in a few blackfish.
That’s what I’d do.
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It’s not often we get a glimpse such as this of the generation before ours, and partway into it I watched those kids coming out of Bondi Public and heading for the beach – looking for the ones with no shoes, then I looked at their sun-bitten faces and saw Bondi written all over them.
Then there was the babes … and a handy demo of toothpick directionals. The Palatial Bondi Hotel. The kid who wouldn’t get out of the panorama beach shot. A beach inspector telling two grown men wrestling in the sand to pull their heads in. It’s all here …
No sound.
Lifted this from Bondi Longboarders FB .. thanks for finding it.
Fined $500 yesterday for not wearing a mask in Manly … says he’ll be glad when the dob in mindset is over .. reckons it’s un-Australian, forgetting the covid infected woman who bolted isolation from Strathfield on a train with her two kids the other day and was taken off in Port Mac together with everybody else in her carriage after someone called the cops – now all of them are in quarantine. Much better we be like Tone and let the virus rip, you reckon? Lock-ups be buggered.
And this bloke was once Prime Minister!.
Aug 27
It’s two o clock in the morning and a little sleep apnea kicks in and you don’t know it but your breathing is getting ragged .. and in a little while the adenoids do a complete clog-up and all incoming and outgoing breath is withheld.
Just for a couple of seconds, maybe ten? That’s when the dream kicks in, which is really a vivid full colour nightmare and I’m swimming out in water two foot deep and looking up at a wave so seriously deadly, so impossibly thick, so high, so purposeful I know it’s going to be the end of me when it finally crushes down and buries me forever.
Tim Bonython has the same nightmares, well maybe because he photographs blokes living it and he must know that like all things imagined, the reality is worse.
Pic lifted from Swellnet
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