I was watching a doco on free-to-air TV about The Power of One author Bryce Courtney and was heartened by the fact that the close up shot showed he was typing even worse then me.
But then the shot pulled back wide and the guy is 78. He says he's had three knee reconstructions, heart surgery, divorce, lost a son, worked in Zambian copper mines and he's probably got arthritis to boot. No wonder he's typing worse then me.
But he's published 20 best sellers in 20 years (No I haven't read any of them). Now that's inspiring.

We all have some great yarns to tell and the telling gets longer and more interesting as the years swing past. Watching that old author pounding away reminded me that you can't leave this creativity gig too late in life to start. I'm going to assemble all those chanced overhearings, family myths and my own badly remembered misadventures and mangle them into my own fictional bio called "Caffein, Cameras and Commuting". There will be special mention of nefarious hijinks. . .not sure if people will still be reading books by the time I get to 78 though.
Have an inspiring weekend.

The sign on the tree at the now defunct Noosa Camping Grounds was a tad ambitious.

The only wooden board that I've tried was one with wheels rolling down the bitumen hills of Brinetopia, so I have no idea what they feel like to ride. Came across this quote in the Surfer's Path from Koa Enriquez describing the wooden glide: "We surfers crave that feeling of racing along a wave and this rockerless design really trims out and moves. It's surprising how a small wave will get you going and - hey! Stoke is where you find it" Looks like the unknown rider below would agree.

King of Kombi's, H has finally forsaken the single life to marry Vita at Noosa National Park a few weeks back. All the best from the surfing community.

And now the holiday is over and it's back to work - wearing shoes, commuting, iPods and the office.

Have been crook as a chook for the last few days thanks to a virus that's doing the rounds in BrineVegas.
Hopefully, a bit more rest and I'll be back. Here's one for my pal "H" who is the Kombi King.

No idea where these folk are these days. That Kombi's probably bubbling along Highway One with a few logs in the back. Russell, Gina and Liona down near Lennox Head back when Sky Surfboards made funky kneeboards that married post-punk aesthetics with post-Greenough kneeboard design.
Autumn 1981