I can never think of anything to write to start these posts, so let’s just get into it.
This is an archived photo from my trip home to Victoria in July. I probably shared it at the time, but it’s perfect for ‘landscape.’ The mountains are The Grampians, the tallest peak is Mount William, you can just see the phone towers on top.
I spent all week looking at power lines. I guess that’s how the scavenger hunt affects my brain, everywhere I went I was looking for interesting power lines. And it was only for that reason that I noticed this piece of graffiti. The story of Mr Ward is tragic, the Aboriginal elder died in the back of a police van in 47 degree heat. The temperature inside the van was likely over 55 degrees Celsius. That’s 131 degrees Fahrenheit. There was no air conditioning and he was given one bottle of water for a 4 hour drive. His crime? Driving under the influence. It makes me furious and kind of ashamed to be Australian. You can’t imagine a white man being treated in this way. Anyway, kind of off topic, but a story that needs to be told.
A couple of nights a week Matt delivers papers, and sometimes I tag along. It completely screws up my body clock, the hours are 1-5-ish AM, but I kinda like being able to talk to Matt with no distractions. Other then him chucking newspapers out the window. We talk about politics, sport, climate change, religion, evolution, taxonomy, weather, plans for the future, childhood memories, music, food, history and so much more. Matt’s so busy all the time, so I really love this time together.
I love this photo, and I couldn’t have posed them better if I tried. The contrast of their eyes is beautiful.
Pretty little stitches.