Caverns

All Sorts // 1

The Waiting Room

Heavy Handed Hackensack Mamma

The meanest hunk o'woman that anybody ever seen.... Jim Croce (Roller Derby Queen)

The Little Whaler

My very humble take on the finless/foam/fibreglass genre. A 5'3" x 3" x 1 n a bit' Moby murderer.

Mr McCall

Getting all trimmy on a quiet bank...

Winter Fields

I wonder why Greece has been so high in my viewing stats...? Can't wait for all that bronze to come on home... Here's a little bit of beauty you have been missing.
Edit: Grrr Blogger. Am trying to figure out what these lines are. Hopefully they wont last.

Headless

Another knock-kneed headless monster...

Tickling the Belly of the Behemoth

When a little feather just won't do... Kerry Down

Avthentic

Avthentic vandalism and a wacking left hander way behind.

Monsieur Jacques

I have had the immense pleasure of meeting Rudy Jacques and spending a few days surfing, shaping and photographing with him. I have found in him a man of deep humility and graciousness, a man of quiet, resolute peacefulness.
Oil Reservoir Rudy...

Lost Time

Seven months ago Phil the Hairman found a love of the sea and sand. He has been making up for lost time ever since...
Here he is getting low and trimming the fat off a little tumbler.

The Sunday Large

The Sunday Large... tip o' the hat to the cowboys who rode.

Thinking About the Climb

Set back by flooded roads our little winter troop weathered further south with some happy returns. Lovely to spend some time with new friends.
Samwise Atkins leaning on his backside rail and thinking about the climb...

The Harrow & The Harvest

If you like closing your eyes and contentedly nodding, getting slowly drunk on song. If you like drawing back on a bit of banjo, inhaling harmonies. If you like the drowning intoxication of rolling melody. If you like these things then...
The Harrow & The Harvest - Gillian Welch

Joni Dytor

Local banged-up-board sleuth taking the time to do it with grace.

Bird Nerding Again

A beautiful lady in the banana trees (or A queen on her throne).

Russian Roulette

Another loaded wall and a fortuitous soul facing the barrel.
The Bend.

South Swell Pearl Chain

I would say 'unidentified surfer' again but... Know him?

I love seeing surfers getting their wings out.

Brendan Berlach

So the papers beat me to it and got a better shot too, but he's my mate so they can shove it.
Brendan Berlach: musical genie, do-it-yourself surfer, fish hunter et al. Lend an ear here

Apparition of the Last Wave You Let Slide

Does it haunt you too?

Mr Gribble

Joel Gribble almost going submarine on a local folder. Yew!

Swan Lake

Unidentified sea-dancer at the Lake.

Risen

He is Risen! Yew...

Art's Neurosis

A memory of Kreisler once:
At some recital in this same city,
The seats all taken, I found myself pushed
On to the stage with a few others,
So near that I could see the toil
Of his face muscles, a pulse like a moth
Fluttering under the fine skin,
And the indelible veins of his smooth brow.

I could see, too, the twitching of the fingers,
Caught temporarily in art’s neurosis,
As we sat there or warmly applauded
This player who so beautifully suffered
For each of us upon his instrument.

So it must have been on Calvary
In the fiercer light of the thorns’ halo:
The men standing by and that one figure,
The hands bleeding, the mind bruised but calm,
Making such music as lives still.
And no one daring to interrupt
Because it was himself that he played
And closer than all of them the God listened.

R.S. Thomas - The Musician

And He Takes

The hand that gives and takes...
internet is back up and running. Yew.

Please

Ooolala. Swift right peeler. More of these please....

Cold Tree

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
-Sylvia Plath (from The Moon and the Yew Tree)

Dead Ship A-Towing

Like it or hate it... the ship has arrived for a water grave.

Acquisition

My recent score... Naval Architecture of Planing Hulls by Lindsay Lord.

Death Rattle

The age-long death rattle of sandstone by an insistent sea. Macs Point NSW.

The Spanish Bowline will be firing on all pistons soon.... holidays are coming. Listen! I can hear them...

Franklin + Elcho

The new additions to the homestead...

No Hands

Nathan Oldfield - drawing lines with no hands.

Fun/Scary

Ehehe. Wooooo! This looks fun and scary at the same time.

Disquieting

The look of it is disquieting. There is something in the very sound of it that stirs the premonition felt while we listen to noble music; we become inexplicably troubled.

- H.M. Tomlinson

Legoland

Oh to have a good hour to play with lego again....

Satin Bower

Some people are into hotrods, some flying kites, I find a strange pleasure in chasing birds into neighbours yards. Is this weird?

Clarke McClymont //2

Clarke outrunning the white horses and going right at Lefts....

Sea-Kings

Three sea-kings newly made...from western red.

Sliding the Sea-Surge

Jesse sliding timber across a small sea.

Timber Two

My two latest from the shed. The wee one for my wife who scored her first tube on it midsummer. And the longfellow to replace my ol' faithful retired high onto the wall in our living room.

finish

An alaia's friend... for people like me who can only ride them prone. Sigh.

Sea Ending

The final majesty of a sea ending...

Acknowledging The Past, Continuing The Struggle

I was privileged to be apart of the official launch of the 2011 Freedom Ride in Sydney on the weekend.

Re-tracing the original 2,300km journey made in 1965 through northwest and coastal NSW, the Freedom Ride 2011 will celebrate the significant impact this early expedition had on the identity of Aboriginal Australia and it’s role as a forerunner for considerable changes to improving the quality of life for Aboriginal people.

Lend your support by following the journey here.

Slide On

Mr McCarthy getting his slide on.

The Sea-Garden of Eden

'Secret Spot' East Coast NSW. Left this place salt-sun crispy and content.

While I dance...

I know nothing about ballet... but this is beauty.

Surfing should be less sport and more ballet. Watch and be inspired.

"While I dance I cannot judge, I cannot hate, I cannot seperate myself from life. I can only be joyful and whole. This is why I dance." -Hans Bos

Barrel Racing

The cowgirls can move...

Clarke McClymont

Clarke featured in Nathan Oldfield's Lines from a Poem. Would love to see more of his surfing. Here he is negotiating a big swell with ease.

Downtime for the Bull Rider

Wyong Rodeo, 2011. Got nice and close to the bulls... scared me shiteless.

the spanish bowline is back.