Wednesday, July 29, 2009


Ever since I hit the ground running from home in my early teens I've always seem to have had a abode were I could fall asleep at night to the sound of a babbling creek or the roar of the ocean intersped with the occasional foray into the sweet sounds of the inner city.. for the last two months I've been holed up in suburbia with the sounds of bored youth doing burnouts and the hum and crackle of overhead powerlines being my bedtime music, tomorrow that all changes, a new home awaits, next to the beach, the sound of lapping waves to escort me to dreamtime..


Track to beach..

Beach.. sorted.

1 comment:

Eef said...

lucky man! Good on ya!