Blue
The eye of the female bowerbird noticing a dark grape on the
verandah.
The agapanthus in the ditch and up the slopes and over the
road faraway.
The worn watertanks, their tin turned grey-blue after so
many summers.
The fairy wrens.
The wide blue yonder when the car rounds the bend.
The extensive sky above horizon, one little container
vessel.
The Kennett River roadsign, two T’s or one T make up your
mind
The overhanging roundleafed almost turquoisey bluegum at the
rockpile road turn.
The aqua shirt upsidedown caravan park clothesline.
The rippling ocean meeting the inlet rockshelves, seen
through treeline gaps.
The navyblue surfboard on the packrack.
The sky in the rockpool.
The darkblue of the cloud shadow on ocean, always changing,
always the same.
The sticker on our front window registration rectangle.
The gravel between road and guard rails cliff.
The entirety of blue to the left of the driver.
The tee-shirts of two cyclists yawing up the incline.
The jeans of the camera-clicking koala tourists too near the
road.
The silverblue netting holding the cliff back from
collapsing onto the scenic lookout.
The scribbled badge on the back of an arrow yellow sign
diamond.
The powder-blue marijuana-green campervan.
The protest sticker on a roadsign: Ruin Another Coastal
View.
The snapshots of ocean as we round a landfall bend.
The micro cerulean beach tributaries of Carisbrook Creek.
The bluish white mirage lines above the hot road.
The cobalt van.
The black-blue solar panels on the pale blue Sugarloaf
holiday house.
The royal blue verandah railings.
The sky above farm.
The azure Honda.
The Whitecrest entry sign across from the whitecap ocean.
The B&B signs at Kookaburra Cottages, Petticoat Creek.
The blue-striped bus.
The blue graffiti bridge.
The iron inside the cracked boulder at cliff base.
The blue knitting over the Petticoat Creek fir trees.
The greenstone water over the lapis lazuli rockpool waters,
recedes again.
The blue hat of the lawn cutter.
The blue glossy bubble car inside the speed limit.
The grey shale slope.
The blue under the curve of the wave when the foam builds.
The Australian flag on a garden flagpole in a picking-up
breeze.
The bushfire reflector for water availability nailed to a
fence.
The blue grassblades at Browns Creek.
The blue book of Bridget.
The blue Stage 2 Water Restrictions sign.
The wedgewood blue curtains.
The Skenes Creek Lodge 300 m. sign.
The denim shorts.
The sign High Risk Area Police Enforcing Speed.
The washed-out hydrangeas.
The pearl blue bathers drying on the verandah wires.
The peacock blue beach tent.
The sapphire sea wherever the eye gazes.
The roundy blue skies over the roundy green hills of Wild
Dog Creek.
Carol’s stylish blue and brown and black scarf.
The ultramarine roof of the fleeting restaurant.
The worn indigo jacket of the forlorn hitchhiker.
The blue Octopus Apollo Bay Music Festival sign.
The lavender.
The blue ground cover.
The blue bags.
The Prussian blue Pisces.
The slate-blue Mitsubishi.
The blue-grey tint windows.
The blue skeleton hanging from a rearvision mirror.
The blue Café 153.
The six blue bins.
The discarded blue icecream wrappers near the bins.
The Blue Heaven milkshake.
The blue fish in the old fish shop trays.
Wye River to Apollo Bay
on the Great Ocean Road,
early
summer 2012-2013
