I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t.
So if the chain is on your door, I understand
I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t.
So if the chain is on your door, I understand
Last Summer while holidaying in Marengo on the Great Ocean Road we were having fish and chips on the beach when it started pouring monsoon rains. The correct climatology term should’ve been El Nina in Australia but monsoon is more descriptive. While the rest of the group dashed back to the safety of their cars Caleb, Nat and I crouched under a rock and enjoyed watching the rain spattering the sand.
A man comes jogging past and we yell out at him that he’s crazy caus there’s thunderstorms but he doesn’t hear us. We watch him run around the bend to the rockpools and he just stops and stands there for several minutes. We have no idea what this guy has injected himself with but we keep an eye on him in case he gets swept up in the waves.
He starts jogging back in our direction. As he passes us he yells that there’s a koala on the beach. We think he’s totally shitting us but curiosity overcomes logic and we venture out into the downpour to check out his crazy claim. Lo and behold, on the rocks is a lone, grumpy and very soggy koala. We try and get close but the closer we get the more it tenses its claws.
For anyone not aware, Koalas rarely venture out from their natural habitat of Eucalyptus trees and forest floors. They occasionally cross country highways and become roadkill but seeing one on the beach is extremely rare.
We snap some quick pics using my phone and seeing as it’s scared of us and it’s still bucketing we leave it and head back to my car. We went back the next day to check if it, or worse, it body was still there but it had long gone. Here’s to hoping it made it back to its tree safe and sound.
Went hiking to the peak of Cradle Mountain in Tasmania last Christmas with the rents. The clouds were hovering in front of the mountain the whole morning but on the way back down the heavens opened and I took this photo while walking on the overland trail.
Jap school group and Phil at Phil’s piano recital. Really want to put that GIF of the dude from mean girls saying “SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE” but I don’t know how to do that lol.
Heading down to a super secret beach in Rye with Rach. I discovered it while doing an open house for the Robin Boyd foundation in July. No people, just sweet waves and a cosy cave.
Good friends, good times. This was at the 12 apostles when caleb wore my fitted and I wore his snapback backwards.
I tried to confine the blog to being a weird news/design/music blog but it’s official. I’m about anything! I’m leaving to LA and SF on Thursday so hopefully I can post some travel pics up here.