15/5/06
I’ve moved house and am now living in Fremantle, the gateway to Western Australia if you happen to be a shipping container. This photo looks out from my bathroom window over the roof tops to the busy harbour.
Here I am in my upstairs study, sporting some Jamaican headware. Purely by chance in turns out that my dad rebuilt some of this house thirty years ago – Fremantle is pretty small!
This is my new front door. I’m living a stone’s throw from the centre of Fremantle in a house built in the 1850s from limestone. Outside my bedroom window New Holland Honey Eaters drink the nectar from the yellow cones of Banksia flowers. It seems like a nice compromise between the vapidity of the burbs and the grime of inner city life here above the harbour.
