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(My) Photo of the day, Or History is nothing but the actions of men in pursuit of their ends



This is the take away shop on the Lindisfarne/Geilston Bay border that happens to sit opposite my bus stop each weekday morning. They appear to do a brisk trade early on, as there is a constant procession of people in and out for the five or so minutes that I find myself waiting.

Now, nothing says great Australian breakfast (in 1980) like a can of coke, a Chiko Roll, two dim sims and three potato cakes! Each morning I witness a surprising number of people come out of this shop carrying this delicious (and healthy) breakfast. Generally, they are men aged 22–55 wearing stubby shorts and driving utes more often than not with a dirty concrete mixer on the back. It is certainly different to the eggs Benedict and poached salmon that I see people tucking into in Salamanca.

Those occasions that I have caught the bus a little later, you can see a stream of kids heading to the high school just across the road from here picking up a bag of hit chips on their way to school. Now I love hot chips. If I was not already taken, I would marry hot chips. But hot chips for breakfast? That’s a bridge too far even for me.

Comments

Jules said…
I too love chips but definitiely not for breakfast. But hash browns - yum yes!!!!
Anonymous said…
I still like bacon and eggs and toast and coffee. I used to love coffee soup during the War.
Beautiful light and colours in this photo.
Cold pizza yum yum after a night on the beer.
Kris McCracken said…
Camembert on a fresh roll. Lovely!

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