Category: Painting
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A Bubbling brew…
It’s hard to imagine what it would be like bobbing around in a tin boat on a cold winter day, but this is sort of what it looks like. After almost a week of heavy rain, wind, and generally belligerent weather one of our destroyers turned up in the bay sitting as they often do…
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A cold winter morning
Very cold too. My first university post was a few hours to the east of my home at that time and the journey took me across the Blue Mountains to the edge of the Sydney Plain. For over a year I passed this place several days a week morning and night, always, as the saying…
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Kangaroos, snakes and fairy tales
“The Grove At Magdala” was a happy place for me. Infested with that colonial curse Lantana and inhabited by kangaroos, snakes, goannas and bugs of all kinds I took it on myself to tame it to my satisfaction – that is to say I wanted it to remain wild, but interesting. I mowed and cleared…