Brains work really well without any thought. Case in point: photo #1: caught in the moment my new camera (ironically) captured me subconsciously building 'photo hands' into my muscle memory.
I drove up to Maroubra beach last weekend and the heat was blisteringly blissful. It was a day that said, in a loud, proud, unaffectedly bogan voice: "I am The Australian Summer- dry hot windy salty breezy neverending blue blinding golden gaytime sweaty optimistic." To which I gladly shook up a mojito in my backyard, jangling with ice cubes, and toasted to many more days like this.