A slightly strange angle for a photograph, but this is how I saw them – poking their heads through the fence and looking straight up. So I took the shot looking straight down.
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From the archive.
This image was one I included in an exhibition I had in Wynyard a few years ago. A woman walked into the space, took the framed print off the wall and said to the startled person behind the counter ‘I’ll have this one please’. A very quick sale!
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There’s a door down there. Shall we see where it goes?
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Have some warmth (because there’s none to be had in Melbourne). Well, you wouldn’t expect it in winter I guess … but it was warm in Tasmania when I was there last week, so why can’t it be warm in Melbourne? An enduring question …
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I accept your invitation to spend all of our adventures together, wandering softly along winding paths…
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There’s plenty of sky in Tasmania … it’s just one of the things I miss.
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Ever onward, into a sea of green.
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Yay, says Miss Izzy … the others didn’t get the memo!
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I can’t imagine living here … but someone did, a long time ago when people were tough and lived and worked in the bush, away from cafes and the library.
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This preening male was in competition with another for the attentions of a rather dowdy female.
She didn’t seem impressed.
Musings from the cold 