stop the express
July 24th, 2005
I spent a weekend in Geelong, staying in a boutique hotel where our room was named after a ship and had a handful of old Penguin novels on the desk. I read Boris Pasternak’s The Last Summer before I slept; in the morning I awoke to watch a McDonald’s burger carton flapping down the street like a cardboard Pac-Man.
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July 24th, 2005 at 23:49
Great photos, If your ever in Geelong again, look me up!
December 20th, 2005 at 12:50
wow why haven’t i been here before, this is a fab use of your images, i take my hat off to you, for wearing your creative heart on your sleeve, with such dignity and pride… keep it up