carnage

stoicism

jettison

nightsailing

the glorious twelfth

rambles about town

'tis the end of august and this, the final bank holiday weekend before christmas, and i'm trying not too hard to get the winter blues. it's my perception that the oddments of time we pick over, after everything else has devoured its share, do not amount to enough hours to inspire great creativity.

also the weather is conspiring against us this weekend; the diminishing patches of blue sky wrestle with the grey billowing clouds and the air smells faintly of rain.

i have an art course beginning next month and, with thoughts of this, i walk into town to buy pencils and stuff, and gather these few images on the way.

riverside walk

shop chook

walking man

cloud break

teach yourself harmonica

coxwell street

hal is cool

gimme