PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK

A couple of days ago, Jennifer and I set off on another adventure. This time we drove to Hanging Rock in the Macedon Ranges to the sounds of 90's pop music and an assortment of road trip related songs that we could just barely manage to agree on.

When we got to Hanging Rock we decided we weren't going to have a picnic, and climbed to the peak instead. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't manage to lose her. (The movie made it look so easy!) There was one guy we were sort of following. We'd like to think his name was Hans. And then on the way home the car sort of broke down.
A journey is not an adventure until something goes wrong.

Anyway, here's a few photos from Hanging Rock and the stop-offs on the way there.

GOOD MORNING

One of the few friends I can count on to meet me at a hard to reach cafe, bright and early without any complaint.

HENSONISM

Saw Bill Henson's talk at Fed Square this evening.

While the bulk of his speech just washed over me, a couple of things he said in response to audience questions stuck.

"Any artist that is any good will always have doubts.
I spend a lot of time sitting in my chair looking at my work saying, "I don't buy
it."

"90% of life is grey.
People forget that."

"Everyday is exciting.
Everyday I'm drunk on the world's beauty."

On a somewhat unrelated note, I just had a bit of fun with colours.

+ VENTURE

Last Thursday, Jennifer and I set off on an adventure.

Rules were as follows:
- No planning.
- Any pre-conceived ideas are automatically removed as an
option.
- No maps. Not until you get lost.

In 1860, Bourke and Wills ventured out of Melbourne in search of more land. 150 Years later, Sarah and Jennifer did the same and found Moreland. The City of Moreland.

The day began with breakfast at the Galleon in St Kilda. Scrambled tofu. Pancakes. Beauty on a plate. Beauty in a stomach. Or two.











Then we kept driving, discovering many things along the way. Most notably this abandoned brick works joint in Brunswick. We found a way in and explored the uncharted territory.























































We decided not to push our luck and carried on in search of the highly acclaimed public toilets of Moreland. When I say 'highly acclaimed', I actually mean 'satisfactory', as per the best results of the countless surveys I have had to conduct on this very subject. Most people familiar with the facilities litter their descriptions with the words 'shit', 'piss', 'disgusting', and 'strange men'. Luckily, the public library toilets were quite nice.
Nice enough to document.





Somehow ended up at the savers on Sydney road, and celebrated with salad and cake for lunch.

Nearing the end of the day we found ourselves near the docks in Yarraville, and hung out at a playground with a view of the loading bays.











Finished off with Japanese at a swanky place in Albert Park where the nicely dressed customers gave us sideways glances and wondered how people like us could afford to eat there. We can't. That's why we ordered the three cheapest things on the menu. Then got icecream.

Somehow we managed to navigate back to where it all began. And unlike Bourke and Wills, we returned alive.

Not half bad for a couple of goofs like us.



Not bad at all.