Have you seen my house? Always harboured a wild fancy of a reckless purchase then doing something modern in lofty apartments. Year on year The Wool Store in Freemantle never altered, just grew slightly less pained. 'Shot, cobber.
Always a run just before sail-away Olympus MJU II in hand. (That camera, sharp as a die, fixed 35, Just Lovely went through four) Crashed to a halt in the same spot each year to take the same photographs to document the alteration of nothing. Thats what I liked about Freemantle. In February or thereabouts each year the evening sun hit the wool store in the same place, the roads stayed sandy seafood tasty men in cowboy hats played gigantic chess in the town square. The people still pottered about their lives content and tanned and on the other side of the world. What I liked most was at the end of the working day people grabbed a dog ball book guitar girl and gravitated to the grassy shoreline for a very mediterranean promenade. It was the pace I envied. And the urge to be outdoors with something entertaining (dog ball book guitar girl)
Earlier I'd spent an hour in a warehousy department store. A haberdashery department to rival Anderson & McAuleys excepting musty mahogany lifts and dogtooth tiled foyer. Pillows I'm after. Feather to supplement the P&O pancake. 'Manchester mate' She says. I need Manchester. Fairly sure I dont but transpires Manchester is the collective term for towels napkins bed linen and the like. Brilliant word. Right up there with Haberdashery. Go into Debenhams and ask for directions to their Haberdashery or Manchester departments and see where it gets you.
You cannot beat the umppahpah of an Aussie sail-away. The entire town turns to with dog ball book brass band guitar girl in tow to wave you off. Well done, they seem to say. To get this far around, sorry you have to leave so soon.
Took this photograph many times.