Showing posts with label tractor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tractor. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Textish Tuesday (Barabajagal)

Text #1 "Just sittin on the lawn in freemantle park havin an ale with K waiting for grinspoon and then inxs to come on Happy days!"
Text #2 "Feet numb. Just spent the last four hours in the rain. BEST SURF EVER and now to ingest calories."
Text #3 "Still at markets. Lots of hippies and music"
Text #4 "Surf update. It's on an awesome bb brothers. Lines of swell as far as the eye can see....so will anyone else be crook tomorrow?"
Text #5 "Well comrade it's blowin a grey gale here in the land of smoke and mirrors. Hope you can find a few sheltered waves."

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Weeds and wonder

Some have said 
"One person's trash 
is another person's treasure"
I add 
"One person's weed 
is another person's wonder"
Recycling and art can connect 
when form overtakes function.
Objects that were created for one purpose.
Can be given a new life 
albeit an alien one.
A new life
as a Found Object d'aRt

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Time to Saddle Up the Pony

Bougainvillea are burning purple
Can only mean one thing
Time to saddle up the pony
for Laguna Bay's briney peelers

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Down by the River II


The Noosa River and upstream lake system ain't quite this tranquil and sunny today with bits and pieces of trees, farming runoff and assorted sediments washing down into Laguna Bay at great speed following a severe tropical low pressure system twisting its way across the drought stricken interior of Oz. Welcome relief, though we are still on water restrictions.
A couple of Kodachrome trannies from the vault before the drought, before the flood. Funny, no matter where I travel in Oz the tractors always seem to be red. Albeit rusty red. This one shot with a severe hangover at friends whose wedding photos I did. I remember it was stinking hot (like last week) and my hangover was so bad that the noise of the cicadas chirping was deafening. I'm surprised it's in focus.The show must go on, hangover or not. Another red tractor below at other friends barn out near where my grandmother lived.