Bare feet beer feats

Not sure if I can describe the following as true feats, but there were one or two pictures that were pretty tricky to take, especially the Denmark one where I almost fell five metres off a bench and that was before I even ripped the lid off the first beer for the day. I realise however that I must sacrifice for my art and even though there have been some close calls and the occasional bit of heckling I have persevered in order to prove to the world beer, scenery and feet can (pun, can ha) push the boundaries of art...downwards at least. 

The pictures/art do involve real feet, bear sometimes semi, but there is always beer involved. Consumption to date has been a little alarming considering the quality not so much the quantity but i'd say two 30 blocks of West End followed by two 30 blocks of Emu Export within the space of fours weeks cannot be that good for you.  I think I may have possibly swung away from my road to perdition and am heading slightly for Damascus, metaphorically of course in the epiphany sense because no amount of beer would put me in Syria right now. The epiphany occurred in the Little Creatures brewery where I realised one good honest beer beats at least six Emus or Pet Shop Boys. This is turning to drivel, look at the pictures now....there is no particular order

Meeting our old mate Cerro,  who was in Adelaide town doing some horse trading. 

The Crazy Gang in Esperance the day after we travelled almost 1000km from Border Village across the Nullarbor.

If you are offended by pornography do not look at this picture. It does show The Great Southern Ocean on the background from Adelaide Shores.

It was very cold in Pemberton so we lit a fire. Here I am supersving children in the class room.

This one was on the beach at Busselton, another danger shot where I fell off the chair and spilt beer on myself. Crazy but true.

Little Creature sampling in a caravan park in Perth. Notice the cheeky artistic licence  I took with the  Little Creatures sticker tucked between my toes!

Having a relaxing ale looking out over Lincoln bay (nobody there calls it Port Lincoln).

This is Streaky Bay just up the road from Lincoln. Nice place, full of Queenslanders.

Not happy with this shot as I was sitting on the ground near lots of road trains, some were moving too. A bit of a danger shot but bad because I cut off Roo 2's head.

Not forgetting the big danger shot from Denmark. It was a big drop but I did it unaided.  I'm shaking just looking at this one.

I cannot honestly take all the credit for my shots without saying a big thank you to my artistic director, mentor and confidant Mr Finn Gwynfor Thomas. Here he is trying to drag me away for a swim.