Tuesday, March 31, 2009

A pea souper.


A very low visibility morning and a dirty swimming pool in Ararat.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Resting.


The Corg has absolutely no interest in credenzas or Antiques Roadshow.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Boxing Kangaroo.


When I was a kid I was mad for the America's Cup, I don't really know why. The boxing kangaroo was symbolic of the successful 1983 challenge by Australia II. I found this the other day while cleaning house.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Friday, March 27, 2009

Wild Haired Horse and a Piece of Fluff.


This is a wild pink maned horse, but it could easily be a camel going by it's colour and head shape. I believe it's one of many crazy ass gifts from my sister. Yeah?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Moo.


Feeding some cows. They are generally well behaved at this time. All other times, not so much.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Moving concrete.


They're reconfiguring a major intersection in Ararat, so truck after truck of bitumen and concrete has been arriving in the yard. Here concrete is being moved to make more room.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Four mice in one trap.


The grossest thing you'll see today.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Barbed wire.


One of the worst things ever invented.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

A lifetime of accumalated shit.


Unnecessary possessions loaded into a skip.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Mount Langi Ghiran.


The bone dry backyard.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Corg.


Theodore aka Trendham Cool Breeze aka Wombat aka StinkBomb aka The Corg aka Corgi.
Seriously if stink lines were real 80% of this photo would be composed of them. He may be an old bastard but he's a hell of a good bloke.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Balls.


Giant red yarn balls?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Saint Patrick's Day.


I didn't happen across any drunken leprechauns or strangely coloured beverages today, I did however find some Roman Catholic iconography, which I think is close enough. Plus this guy is kind of green.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Colourful objects.


Some colourful objects sitting on a seat in a grassy area in Albert Street, Brunswick.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Hoover Woshing Machine.


Now I have something to wash my stank ass clothes. It's still running it's first cycle so we shall if the Hoover people make woshing machines as well as they make Hoovers.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Precipitation.


So it actually rained some today. Can't really remember the last time it rained like this, mid-December maybe. Anyway, me likey.

Friday, March 13, 2009

An airplane.


Approaches the aerodrome.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Pink and white horse.


Somehow I inherited this crazy ass horse. It was inside until it's creepy eyes started to freak me out. Now it lives outside, in it's corral.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?


I watched Watchmen today. The book was better of course. The film was hollow and kind of showy. That's all. -Mr Film Critic.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Monday, March 9, 2009

Woman in frock with axe.


This is my favourite piece of graffiti. It is a woman in a frock with a bloody axe. What more do you need?

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Cross.


Some sort of Blair Witch Project style shit, hanging in a tree, in a park, in Collingwood.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Red Stripe.


The Red Stripe bucket has recently become more prominent. The night we acquired several of these buckets was entertaining to say the least. Probably something to do with the five beers for $20 which came in them.

Friday, March 6, 2009

So close.


We went trivialisationing this evening. The Beestings came very close but went down in the end to The Exchange Students.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Old, old man Arch.


My sister's idiotic dog rocks a hat.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

NO THOROUGH FARE.


Strong wind is difficult to represent photographically, so here is the gate at a bowls club.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Xmas flowers in early March.


You'd think these flowers would have been tossed out by now. But no.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Times New Roman.


Returning from the hippie fest that is the Sydney Road Street Party.