Possy Woke Up

So love this little creature. Every time I go to Floriade which is about 4 times a week I go sit in his bedroom and wait for him to stir. I just sit and draw knowing I have company and wonder what its like to have a bedroom smack bang in the middle of the nations capitals largest event of the year.

Floriade 2012

With the hustle and bustle of Floriade all around this little possum continued to dream. I just happened to look up under the rotunda and saw it. I asked a bloke sitting next to me "is that real?" - what!!! "oh yes its moving". And it continued to move many people from then on. Heart mush.........

Autumn Colour Pallete

Something very lovely (perhaps masculine) about this colour Pallette.

Saint Marys Sacred Music Festival

I went to this festival thinking it will be nice to see my old cobber again who is the parish priest there. WoW did I get a surprise at the standard of the music and costume of the traditional Tongan and African Choirs.  I checked into the caravan park at Penrith and slept in the car. I'm getting quite good at all this climbing in and out of small spaces.  It was still cold enough to have the 3 blanket doona and I love waking up in the morning with a cold dewy face and listening to the birdsong.  Which beings me to say that I love the fact that my old cobber whistles songs. Its not a sound that is heard much any more and I love it.

The One Remaining Star

There are mornings when I think of you
so steadily, what good is it to write?
Trust in its ragged wisps, too close to the abyss,
we circle like the beasts accused of soullessness
and I'm afraid. Cryptic and ravenous, our gift,
our gift. We are the secretaries
of the heart, the one remaining star.
Susanne Dubroff

Bluey Martin

Still got a scar on my index finger from trying to index one of these little buggers.

The bird in question used to sit on the record while it was going around and hop over the arm when it come around. Was quite funny, especially on a 45 rpm.