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Omens of the Earth’s Surface
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…
Winters Harvest
August has arrived and I am just about spent with winter, which may come as no surprise to those who know my sun loving ways. The best growth through the winter months goes to the…
Old becomes new again
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…
Eclipse Musings
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…
Pt Lonsdale Cemetery
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…
Old house
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…
