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Sulky pig
Lots of farmy pictures today. Tane was pleased I was home. One piece of sorry business. Tima was her usual chubby happy self though she had had another miscarriage sometime during the night I arrived home. Only one baby, barely formed, as big as half my thumb. But I would not have known if I had not seen the…
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Home again, Home again …
Jiggidy Jig. I am home. Back on the farmy. The sun has risen to a cloudy day. It looks like rain and warm. 42F (9C) . I can hear the calls of the red winged blackbird outside the window. This is the bird that signs the end of deep winters grip for me. I am very fond…
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Australia: The Grampians
I am posting this from a little restaurant in the heart of the Grampians. We are on our way out after two days of tramping and climbing. Filthy, sunkissed and happy. And working fast because I am almost out of battery and forgot my charger bag. Though in my defense I was not thinking of…
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Melbourne: Hosier Lane
Graffiti is a complicated art form. It begins as Tagging. Tagging is the street mark of a defiant kid with a spray can. Her sign. In its truest form it is a personal shout out against the dark, it is furious and subversive, often sadly hateful, linear, painted on the run – literally, and is not designed to…
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Melbourne: Trees and Trams
(For some reason this morning none of my photographs would load for the early post. Thankfully, and for no apparent reason, later on the problem fixed itself – apologies to earlier readers who missed out on these few pictures.) In New Zealand this would be called a Dairy in Ausralia they call them a Milk Bar. Interesting,…
The Kitchen's Garden 