Tiny Pleasures #250: Winter beach
A sea urchin lies on the winter beach among the kelp, like a discarded Christmas bauble. The beach is not pretty at high tide in winter, instead it offers up a bounty of curiosities.
A sea urchin lies on the winter beach among the kelp, like a discarded Christmas bauble. The beach is not pretty at high tide in winter, instead it offers up a bounty of curiosities.
I stopped in at the Bellarine Whisky Distillery this afternoon and spent an excellent hour chatting and tasting with the lovely Logan at the distillery door. We had much discussion around flavours and stories and production.
The giant marble skull outside the Bendigo Art Gallery is really quite fabulous. Entitled 'Keep On Keeping On', it sits up on the hill grinning ghoulishly down on the traffic hurrying by.
There is something quite delightful about a flat-backed pot that sits so perfectly against a terracotta wall, sprouting verdant geranium. A little bubble of an Italian streetscape transplanted into a Melbourne suburb.
I've started getting fit last week, which has me toddling off to training twice a week. It seems silly to drive me car to do exercise, so I ride my bike. This is no speed ride. Slow and sweaty is the feeling du jour on the way home along the creek, but I can feel
A verdant verge is a pleasure to behold on a sunny Sunday morn. Textures, colours and shapes combine to create a rectangle brimming with energy and life.
Outside the Brunswick library the footpath is littered with quotes about libraries and reading. One of the many benefits of not being in a hurry is that one has time to stop and read the footpath.
There's a special place in my heart for Calvados, having lived in Brittany for a year. I've been watching chef Guillaume Brahimi doing a tour of the west coast of France, which compelled me to pour a little glass of the divine apple spirit.
I love old French postcards, collected in flea-markets on a Sunday morning for 50 centimes. Their little messages penned on the back in gorgeous curly handwriting and French politeness.
The winter afternoon sun is stunning in this part of the world. The colours are at full saturation and the contrast between light and shade is dramatic. A wonderful landscape to traverse on my way home. Kooroocheang silos