Slower

My dreams are always in colour and last night I was riding a short red board that's in semi-retirement and barely buoyant. Unlike my usual surf dreams, I was riding it badly in the wide feet apart kook stance. This might explain why I feel so tired and lethargic today. Or it could be some equatorial virus introduced to the commuting cage (aka bus). Or even last night's pumpkin soup. Or old age. Or the coming solar eclipse. The end of the financial year. A hex from an adversary. Too many variables, to pin it down. So here's a tribute to slowness.

(PS the stick thing is supposed to be a wooden fish)

Mono MOnday

A couple of unrelated images.

Apart from their monochromaticness.

And their sweet, muddy memories of the brine.

And brine brothers on a monochrome monday.

Journey Through the Past