|
Friday, 25 April 2008 |
|
Anzac Day. Claire and I traveled throughout the night yesterday, to get home here up at the Treehouse. Claire was driving Elvis, her new white station wagon that had a whole lotta shakin goin on. Mmmm....nice to be sucked North into the stillness and quiet. This morn I rose and drove into town to see the Anzac service, but alas there was none! The town was deserted so I picked little pieces of foliage to lay upon the memorial stone, thought a little of Pa and Ma and their epic wartime journey. It seems more poignant these days. The water on the harbour was like glass and you could hear the morning lowing of cattle across the other shore.
I've uploaded a gallery of my exhibition A Murder of Crows into the Gallery. Please have a looky see.
|
