Cilla Black and Barry White

Black and white beach photography II

Could not be fucked

Do you think I could be fucked bothering with the pot-of-gold when the end of the rainbow kissed the ground a mere couple of hundred meters from my abode? What need have I for gold?

Ohhh baby

New camera…is good.

At the pool

Urban Crabboy

Eliza (pictured) hails from Brunswick Heads. He followed his heart to the Big Smoke in 2004…he still feels out of place.

Piscitarian trio

Soup of life

I wait for the bubble and pop that will come as the wave recedes…it is hypnotically soothing to my primitive streak. I cannot live where the ocean is not. At the beach I see the primal need on the face of others on the beach, and on those making their way into the surf.

It is more than aesthetics, it’s evolution, it’s history and most of all, it’s wet!

Caught snapping

First time early morning walking for a while now. I had plenty of time to think as I walked. I’m not ready for such concentrated thought, so I distracted myself by taking pics.