Sister and I were talking last night and I happened to say I might start my artist resume because I'm entering again this year in the Canberra Outdoor Art Exhibition and need to keep track of things in case I want to ask for a grant to exhibit one day. This led to the statement that I am going to try to find a copy of the Australian Photography Magazine that my winning entry was in in the late 70s. This may be possible at the National Library. We started talking about that period in my life and how I came to take the photo of the paw paw leaf that won. Dad and I used to go prospecting for gold and we would bring great hunks of river sand and rock home and pan away for hours under the paw paw trees while Simmone and mum were inside occupied with girls activities. I commented that I don't think Mum and Dad knew what to do with me at 17 & 18 because I was basically a home body with not many friends, hence the mining licence. Simmone pipes up and says "yeah, they probably thought they could push you down a hole" and we both started laughing and then I added my sisters famous line " well that's what happens when you were conceived at the dump". Only sisters can understand the humour in this.
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Have you managed to find the magazine yet? Was also wondering if you might like to do some blogging......keep checking mate and nothing!!! xo
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