Art again. The surf was crap on the weekend and St Kilda was in gridlock.
Once a year the St Kilda Festival is on, and 400,000 people (I kid you not) descend on my suburb. Arts, music, fairs, buskers and and a truckload of people. Batten down the hatches and don't attempt to drive anywhere.
Thus no waves, even if there were.
So here's a little bit of a sketch I did, up at Angourie (Nat Young land) done sitting on Spookies beach a couple of years back.
Sue's hat is in the foreground, and I show you only this fragment, because it's the bit I most like.
Following it is a scribble in charcoal and chalk of Tom jumping on the beach, drawn from a shot taken on the same day. It's a bit scrappy (hate his foot) but in spirit it is Tom.
Maybe next entry I'll tell the Miki Dora story.