Wes’s Window on the long Queue
By wes There is a restaurant near me that I refuse to stand in line for. Every Friday night there’s a queue out the door. Twenty people waiting. Phones in hand. Looking hungry and slightly annoyed. My brain immediately decides it must be incredible. Then I drive past on a Tuesday. Empty. Same chefs. Same menu. Same…
Wes’s Window on the promised Sunshine
by Wes I am standing in the pouring rain wearing my favourite Merry People gumboots, holding an umbrella over the photographer while he tries to photograph the front of the house. A little side note. I now own these boots in three colours because, well, Sydney is wet. There is something beautifully ridiculous about the…
Wes’s window on the Off Days
By wes It’s 6 AM and I am standing under the squat rack negotiating with myself. Last week I lifted this weight without much drama. This morning it feels like someone secretly replaced the barbell with a small family hatchback overnight. There is a leg spasm, an eye roll and a very internal grunt because…
Wes's Window on Life 