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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

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.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Mr McCall

Getting all trimmy on a quiet bank...

Thursday, August 11, 2011

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.

Monday, August 1, 2011


Another knock-kneed headless monster...

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Tickling the Belly of the Behemoth

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

Saturday, July 23, 2011


Avthentic vandalism and a wacking left hander way behind.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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...

Friday, July 15, 2011

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.

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Sunday Large

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

Saturday, July 9, 2011

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...

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

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

Friday, June 10, 2011

Joni Dytor

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

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Bird Nerding Again

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

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Russian Roulette

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

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

South Swell Pearl Chain

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

I love seeing surfers getting their wings out.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

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

Friday, May 20, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Mr Gribble

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

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Swan Lake

Unidentified sea-dancer at the Lake.

Sunday, April 24, 2011


He is Risen! Yew...

Friday, April 22, 2011

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

Thursday, April 21, 2011

And He Takes

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

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


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

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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)

Monday, April 11, 2011

Dead Ship A-Towing

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

Sunday, April 10, 2011


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

Monday, April 4, 2011

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...

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Franklin + Elcho

The new additions to the homestead...

Monday, March 28, 2011

No Hands

Nathan Oldfield - drawing lines with no hands.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


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

Saturday, March 19, 2011


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

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


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

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Satin Bower

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

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Clarke McClymont //2

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

Saturday, February 26, 2011


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

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Sliding the Sea-Surge

Jesse sliding timber across a small sea.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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.

Monday, February 21, 2011


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

Friday, February 18, 2011

Sea Ending

The final majesty of a sea ending...

Thursday, February 17, 2011

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.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Slide On

Mr McCarthy getting his slide on.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Sea-Garden of Eden

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

Sunday, February 6, 2011

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

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Barrel Racing

The cowgirls can move...

Thursday, January 27, 2011

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.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Downtime for the Bull Rider

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

the spanish bowline is back.