I can get wireless on Murray's window sill. So here I am, sitting in my gumboots, crumpled up in a way so as to make my whole body fit on the sill, legs up, back arched. Its such a beautiful day. In a rainy summery way. Void of the glare of the last week or so, its raining in a calm way. No wind. Just straight down drizzle. The birds are flying fast, happy to be unencumbered by the breeze.

Last night I made a delicious seafood pie. And then we danced and it became apparent that no one was hungry for the Pavlova. So I had Pavlova for breakfast. It was amazing. Strawberries and passionfruit from our vine downstairs.

This rain is excellent for the last ripening neighbourhood fruit. The peaches will be a delight.

Last night I finally heard the words I had been longing to hear. I am missed. It's nice to know that you are missed sometimes. Especially when you miss them too.

Ah.

Cheers to rainy days, gumboots and puddles and funny ponchos.

The polaroid below is the lovely anna, with a found fish, on Fitzroy Island in Far North QLD. I love her to pieces. Fitzroy Island is one of the most memorable places of that trip, the water ever so blue, the rainforest and huge boulders. The colourful fish and colourful coral.

That's all for today. The house is finally coming together. Designing a house for a friend is one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do. But I am slowly getting there, and slowly falling in love with it. And Murray is too, which is a good sign.

Whoop!

Still invincible, if not a little full of Pavlova... I'm thinking about getting around in one of these? I might make one. Perhaps its time for another animal party.



untitled by uro via montmartre's sketchbook via soir de fete

like a fish out of water
Fitzroy Island, QLD
July, 2006

for sleep club c.2007

wooden sunglasses (heee) via tas-ka

"At last some colour!" one local Roman watching the scene on a grey winter's day said.

pink sunshine
august 2007
Brisbane, QLD

Some new links to your right, I haven't updated them for a while, but I've been checking these ones all the time and not telling you about them!

and so, it begins.

The year is off and im running along behind it. In a good way. Lots of work, opportunities opening up all over the place. I keep trying to write down some resolutions, but I feel like I don't need to. I love my home, I love my work and right now I feel like I'm invincible!

sinatra sings
footscray market, VIC
february 2006

fish creek
Fish Creek, VIC
February, 2006

for the longest time

South Yarra
November 2007

white heat
Cairns, QLD
July 2005

white wonderland

The Como Hotel, South Yarra
November, 2007

riding high
Mareeba Rodeo FNQ,
August 2005

merry christmas!

best.album.ever.

Shit Town

Its been a bleak period, but I've gotten through it with the help of my beautiful friends.
Bleak why? Well its the old 'lost love' bag. The kind that leaves you feeling a deep sense of sadness. Break-ups. I can only think of shit-town as a way to describe it all. I've just spent three weeks in shit-town.

The place where you go to sleep. Be silent. Be still. Be salty faced.
Anna said that i could stop the de-salination plant in Wonthaggi and have one right there on my face for a while. But she is a poet. She also has kept me alive.
Shit-town has only three buildings. There really isn't anyone in them. They stand there sad and saggy. Shit-town is in a ditch. A dusty depression in the road. With hills either side. Shit-town has Hotel California playing in the background, and you hate it, and want it to stop.
Shit town is sitting in the car in the dusty rain and people tapping on the windscreen. Wanting to get you out. Wanting you to get out of the car. Shit-town is having your seat belt stuck while in the car and everyone is tapping on the windscreen and you want to get out but it wont budge and you want to get out but you're energy is way low.
Shit-town is only escapable because someone told everyone to be quiet and notioned to me to wind down the window for air. Rolling their arms and wrists in a way that makes you realise what you are doing and that the fact you are in Shit-town is escapable.
Your survival instincts kick in.

And now your ears burn, and you are hungry for touch and the hardest thing to do is to change your relationship status on facebook. And take off your pink suede shoes. But you are ok. Everything will be OK.

Then you host the best party in the history of parties, the one you have been planning for months....







and you spend all day making amazing food...























and your amazing friend lends you an amazing pink dress...






















and lots of beautiful people come and you feel happy to know them... some of them even work the bar...






























and you dance to soul music til dawn and drink two cases of champagne... and you realise yes. everything is good.

***

sorry for all the grammar and tense and whining. but im glad ive got that outta my system...
and im counting down the christmas days...

x

somers

a few snippets from the last weekend at somers.
what a brilliant result for the election! im so happy.
and another camping trip to kennett river this weekend!

summer adventures.

xxx





































beautiful treasures from the sea...

















romy and rosie and the rock pools

















animals at the antique barn

tennis club

oh. jesus. im scared. im running away.
it is election day.

if not for the t-shirt above i may have lost all hope last week. jack has developed a penchant for sequins. this is possibly the best t-shirt i have ever seen. if only i played tennis. i could bedazzle my opponent with glittering distraction. it might detract from my useless flailing.

lots of good things have happened since i was here last.

i quit my job. what a relief. its was more stressful than i anticipated though.
i finish at the end of the year and i have another job lined up, i think.

i got older. and for that i got a camera as a present. and lots of excellent other things.
i think blogging will be much more interesting with pictoral representations, as opposed to me blubbering and spluttering to describe things.

well. now im off to somers- the beach! the sunshine! to mutter prayers to god that the nation might wake up and see the doddering old fool they have running the country.

ill leave you with our exciting new friend!
an excellent couch i bought at the salvo's this week....
















x x

there are so many birthdays and events at the moment,
tonight i went to dell's opening at alice euphemia. it was so beautiful!
i couldn't decide what bunch/hand of bananas i wanted to buy so i have to go back.
a friend bought a pineapple, another a parrot, another an x.
perfect.
sound tropical? go see.

ummm. and. now that ive had too many champagne's
ill just say that this is amazing and this is my favourite;

I just caught the tail end of the Guggenheim collection at the NGV. I cant say why it took me so long- its been here for months... I think that is just my style, always at the very last minute.
When seeing shows, movies, etc i try to read as little as possible about them so I can cast my eyes over them unaffected.

Whilst not reading about this exhibition I was unaware that this piece was in the show. It was a brilliant surprise. My favourite artist.
















Im still wide-eyed and excited, face covered in a childish grin, like a little one who got the best toy from the bubblegum machine.

There were so many excellent pieces there that I knew about and had the chance to see in the flesh, Sol Le Witt, Flavin, Judd, Serra. I don't know what I will do when I finally get the chance to go to the Guggenheim(s). I know people came out disappointed, perhaps I am easily impressed. But I thought it was excellent.