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I don’t own many shoes and the ones I have I wear them well.  The state of my work boots was becoming ridiculous but I loved them. When I worked it was like being in bare feet only with a...

Looking into this photo is like reading tea leaves. The cracks in the earth surface are dry rivers to our parting lands and yet the surface of the earth seems so solid, compact and held together. It is the fragility...

Where did the 18000 bricks from our demolition of the old house in High Street Seymour go? 14000 of them went into our new house. Initially we were unsure if we would have enough for the double brick walls so...

I have wanted to share some eclipse meanderings and it seemed fitting that I start at the beginning of my journey of remembrance. Whilst putting words to experiences that change your life forever can sometimes be difficult, it is an energy...

Reflecting on a dream my thoughts had drifted to the Point Lonsdale Cemetery. Embedded into the landscape and the psyche of a seaside town, it is as iconic as the Light House or the rock pools at low tide. The cemetery...

The back of our first home overlooked land running along the Seymour rail line. A derelict house with a family connection stood. Jono thought we should reclaim it and I agreed. The dismantling began with the floorboards and internal doors it...

Easter usually means fishing at our place and this year I placed a bounty on the alien fish species known as Carp, perhaps I should get myself some sort of mincing machine to grind them up. Graveyard trenches were dug for...

Bathurst Burr. It has on occasion bought on a melt down, a why the *#@^ am I here dealing with this sort of crap meltdown. This season I was happy enough to travel the farm and report significant decreases on previous...

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