Saturday, 5 June 2021

and only through my tears...

gentle protective hug...

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole...

And this is another...

art on a water tower...

Condah – like many little rural places around Australia – barely exists now beyond a pub and a public hall, a lonely cemetery and a scattering of dwellings and farmsteads. In 1915 there was a general store, a bank, post office, three functioning churches – Catholic, Anglican and Presbyterian – a state school, a cheese and butter factory and the old Green Hills Hotel. 
Down the track a few kilometres and encircled by forest was another village entirely: the Lake Condah Aboriginal Mission. Here, the lava flow from nearby Mt Eccles – Budj Bim, or Little Head to the original inhabitants – and the wetlands within and around the stones, had supported one of Australia's most remarkable Indigenous peoples for thousands of years.

word salad...

fogbow or white rainbow...

world of a pandemic art teacher...

pitfall in the middle of nowhere...

the chosen one...

half-human...

a line is a line...

powered escalation...

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