This weekend gone I went camping with Kris in The Grampians in Western Victoria. This photo was taken at MacKenzie falls, shortly before a kookaburra stole the D’affinois, tomato and the local Mount Zero olive tapenade baguette from right out of my hand. Serves me right for being a yuppie. 

In late August we made a long awaited pilgrimage to Gallery Trax.

Cameron hired a car and drove above the speed limit at all times.

The car looked like a pink rice bubble.

It had been raining heavily.

We got lost. Cameron looked to the earth for answers.

We met a handsome dog.

Poetry was everywhere.

There were beautiful paintings by Ai Sasaki.

Kain and Fi were there. 

Miyoshi-san made us fresh corn which we threw into an empty field afterwards.

Next door to the gallery was a hammock shop…

… and the gallery vegetable garden. The city seemed very far away.

If you’re allergic to seafood like Jess, the closest you can get to enjoying it is muttonbird which tastes like anchovies. They serve it at the amazing Fleur’s Place in Moeraki, New Zealand.