Monday, August 29, 2016

Of course I constantly despair at my own incapacity, at the impossibility of ever accomplishing anything, of painting a valid, true picture or even knowing what such a thing ought to look like. But then I always have the hope that, if I persevere, it might one day happen. And this hope is nurtured every time something appears, a scattered, partial, initial hint of something which reminds me of what I long for, or which conveys a hint of it – although often enough I have been fooled by a momentary glimpse that then vanishes, leaving behind only the usual thing.

Notes, 1985

- Gerhard Richter

Thursday, August 11, 2016

family road trip up the W.A. coast

Roads so red against water like this, cracking cold beers on the sand with our friends, singing at the top of our lungs along with jukebox hits through the car stereo. Nights filled with dark rum and Swiss Jass card games, baby sharks and sting rays metres from our toes, Hookers Banksia flowers straight out of a Dr. Seuss book. How do you even make sense of such beauty in the world?

It was one of the best. I'll miss you, open road. 'Til soon big love

Saturday, August 6, 2016

6th wedding anniversary; iron

Iron, the traditional gift for a 6th wedding anniversary was kind of a tough one to think about romantically. But it just so happened that we found ourselves in the Shark Bay area, with this incredible iron rich red dirt and stone all around us, so piercingly beautiful and Australian against the blue sea, that we asked our friend Tom to take a few quick pictures for us. Happy, spontaneous, relaxed, a little unkempt as one often becomes on salty holidays and counting ourselves incredibly lucky.