Checking out the local talent in an op shop.
A quick pit stop.
Rushing around in a vineyard in the middle of nowhere.
Hiding out in my bag.
Enjoying a dip in the pool.
A good friend of mine was doing laps of Chapel St. and drinking copious amounts of coffee and stumbled across a rubber duck and immediately thought of me. Those that know me well and those that make eye contact with me for a brief second in between parking their car and running into the supermarket to grab a litre of milk would both know that I have an obsession with Native American things. This duck does too.
The BUD company have been producing these ducks for a while now and I've always thought them rather tiresome. Not any more. I took the duck my friend bought for me all the way to Renmark on a road trip and it had a wonderful time. Here's some photos from it's adventure. And in Native American Indian tradition it is named after the first thing it saw - Little River Help Phone (LRHP). Enjoy.