Action Week

Last week a friend from NZ came to visit.

A snowboarder from the ruined city of Christchurch, this young lady was no stranger to adventure, so I took it upon myself to organize some kind of Super Itinerary, positively bursting with desirable destinations and outdoorsy pursuits.

This had the dual benefits of showing Erin a few choice pieces of WA real estate, while providing me the chance to piss off from work and have some holiday-style fun myself.

I think we did ok.

In just  two weeks we cycled the Swan River, toured Freo, found a BYO jazz bar, watched The Nextmen at Villa, cruised to Rottnest and back, hit Margaret River, spent three days in the forest around Walpole, played volleyball, attended a festival in Perth and went mountain biking in the Ferguson Valley. All while consuming our body weight in red wine.

Maybe I should be a tour guide. We sure had a ball. Check some pics.

near gas bay, margs

oh my, the brakes have failed...

karri tree carry on

 

 

walpole farmhouse still life

cottesloe beachfront

breakin' bones

elephant rocks, denmark

the tropical north

Cape Range behind our campsite

One of the very best things about living in Western Australia is the rugged, warm north of the state, a lazy 15 hour drive from Perth.

Even the most bleak winter is quickly forgotten when you cross the 26th parallel and enter the tropics proper, where red desert meets teeming blue ocean.

And there’s so much damn wildlife up there. You almost expect David Attenborough to bimble into shot, explaining why echidnas love crossing the highway at around 5pm.

Around our camp at Yardie Homestead, there were countless roos, emus, wedgetail eagles, wild horses, goats, goannas and yes, echidnas.

In the water was equally startling. As well as the fish we regularly hauled in, there were turtles popping up everywhere, huge sea snakes, sharks chasing our tuna, rays in the shallows. One day, I’d love to see a dugong.

These shots are from a couple months back when we travelled to Exmouth for a friend’s wedding and even looking now, makes me feel wistful.

Hope you feel similarly inspired.

My favourite left in the world. Mike would disagree.

a very Australian wedding scene

on the way

the author and friend

pretty, deserted beaches? check.

A girl caught the biggest fish. A GIRL!?!

fishing, beer and sunsets. a lot to like.

pinhole panos

A few shots from a recent pinhole panorama project.

'sculpture by the sea' - Cottesloe

 

city view from king's park

cottesloe beach

'all art is rubbish'. discuss.

Meet Sharan

So I ventured into Perth to look at some art by Matt Doust yesterday. I do enjoy being able to do these things on a Wednesday afternoon – one of the upsides to hardly working at the moment.

On the way out, we stopped the gallery store – one of those shops which has all sorts of beautifully-designed colourful arty shit that you never knew you needed.

Not surprisingly I discovered something my unemployed self could not do without: a cardboard 35mm panorama pinhole camera in kit-form. And just $35. Done.

As an aside, I also discovered this same gallery (Venn) was run by an old school friend of mine. Nice work, Jade.

Anyway, i finally had my much sought Pano camera. I’d wanted the Lomo one for ages but they’re 500 euros. Took it home. Opened the box. And then freaked out at the complex instructions and sheer volume of parts.

Getting there...note pocketknife.

Apparently it was supposed to take 1-2 hours to assemble. I didn’t time myself, but I reckon I went close. Things might have also gone smoother if every 5th part wasn’t labelled wrongly – possibly something was lost in translation from the Japanese.

Done! The shutter slides down the front.

But I finished her. Meet the Sharan 35 Wide. Boxy, matte black, definitely not waterproof. She’s a beaut.

Results to follow…

Cardboard pinhole awesomeness

the motherland

Another January, another trip home to Oz.

Pretty much like last year really, ‘cept this time the occasion was for a wedding and this time, Perth’s already over-the-top prices had reached critical mass.

By prices, I mean the cost of everything. But mostly food.

Main courses at decent restaurants are now regularly reaching $40 for say, fish of the day (Barramundi? Really?) but even a coffee is around four bucks.

One pub has also famously begun charging $18 for a pint of Hoegaarden beer. That’s for one pint…

And yes, I know when you convert it to pounds or euros, it’s roughly halved, but no one is earning euro currency. How many European restaurants charge €40 for a main meal? Not many I know of.

But whatever. Let the rich miners have Perth. It’s still lovely and leafy and sun-baked  most of the time, but finally a few kooky bars are breathing new life into forgotten corners of the city.

view across the city

at rotto

A couple of trips further afield also confirmed what I’ve long suspected: although the Perth metro area is okaaay, it’s the destinations nearby that make WA worthwhile.

The emerald waters of Rottnest Island are just a ferry ride away, but you could be in another land.

A land with no cars, rampant wildlife, deserted beaches and long bike rides, where your most pressing concern is what to barbecue for dinner that night and how many beers are left in the Esky.

Even in the south-west, developers haven’t gotten all over the cape just yet and there are quiet corners where you can pull over the truck, unfold a hammock and watch the sun sink below a rocky outcrop with no one around. Good stuff.

rottnest waters