last look

time to head for home.
gravity won’t hold me here.
the ride was an education.
I put my boots up and down across
a tiny part of a very large continent.
a few memories..
 the Overland train across South Australia
and views of The Grampians
as the miles rolled by.
making wine …thank you!
a tree that once housed a man, his wife and
where they bore and raised 16 children.
faith and fortitude in the 1850s in a very
rural australia.
one sheep shearer watching another compete.
I had the pleasure of meeting a few.
It was a great day.
a kangaroo along the road
a cat I fell in love with
an amazing evening
at Paris Cat Jazz Club with guest Mirko Guerrini from Florence
on tenor sax. each and every musician was exceptional.
a rock stack I left in a hot but beautiful
the most amazing head of hair
back country
a happy swim at the Melbourne Zoo
parting shot….
one laid back kangaroo.
thanks for the ride Australia!

riding the rails

stepping on a train in the morning for a day’s journey across
southeast Australia to new digs.
I wish I could give a proper photo
but you get the gyst until I can provide my own.

of sea and sheep

a walk in the country first thing in the morning
followed by a trip down to the Southern Ocean in Goolwa,
for those of you with an interest in Australian geography,
where I happily popped my toes into the surf.
there is an amazing walkway all the way around
the edge of the sea from Goolwa,
(with it’s rocky beauty
reminding of the rugged coastline of
my beloved New England)
to Victor Harbor which is to the very left in this view.
there was a sweet beach where just two
seagulls took to the beach
reminding me of my own beloved.
the walkway along bore the marks of decades of weather
since it’s construction in 1949.
a heart burst forth.
my camera is not able to capture the colors of the sea which
ranged from aqua to a deep indigo. absolutely magnificent place.
another day I spent at an agricultural show
and found myself in the shearing barn most of the afternoon
watching the competitions.
 the ladies and gents wait their turn
at the whir of the shears.

there were two types of competition. One was
4 people simultaneously shearing 5 sheep
 each in the fastest time.
there were different levels from novice to pro.
the gent on the left was the announcer and
was most entertaining. you can see the
clock running for the overall time. 

The second division was speed shearing and one
shearer at a time would shear from quickest time
against his competitors.
This fellow, Shannon Warnest, who took the pro
division with a shear time under 45 seconds.
all good fun.

Australia’s countryside

out of the city…into the country.
it’s late summer now. on this day it is in the mid 80s.

yesterday a rousing band of thunderstorms
blessed the lands

a pair of parrots flitted above me

today I hear a Kookaburra and look forward
to a sighting.
it’s a peaceful place in the world.

talisman dresses in the spotlight

a strong diversified effort during this week and especially this final day of class.
our team of 11…each stitching forth dresses of our own, in the company
of each other, completed our work around 3pm.
well, kind of. no one is really finished. after all a Talisman Dress
takes time to create. Perhaps a lifetime.
below my table at 1 pm.
I pricked my finger with my needle, the underarm binding got
stained with blood. good solid energy affixed.
clock ticking.
 there were times of utter quiet and
others we regaled in laughter
 one by one our dresses appeared from the workspace
with hang tags and set on pretty hangers
for the exhibition at Beautiful Silks.
abject apologies for the horrible quality of my photos
every one’s work is amazing.
all under the watchful and support of  India Flint.
for better views please visit

local colour in Melbourne

Suspect I declined to mention the class title in the last post
The Talisman Dress with India Flint.
from dyed yardage we are creating a dress adorned and embellished
with our own whims and desires.
day two…the bundles are done
taking a rest before opening

some students pieces

a sweet mark on my yardage

and another…
on the walk home after class
this tree begged to be touched.
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