Bits of White Rock

Last week I wandered around White Rock beach while our car was being serviced. It's a funny place. Every fourth house has the same decorative grass or the same painted white rock or a little rusty anchor in the yard. It reminded me of the east coast of New South Whales, Australia with it's scale and lack of self-conciousness. It's more about enjoying life and less about keeping up with the neighbours. Unless the neighbour has a better carved wooden seagull or a bigger, older rowboat used as a planter.