First shot from the quarry. Led me to reflect again on the town’s name and aesthetic, which in combination doesn’t invite. The river, its valley, and backdrop are extraordinary. The town looks bland, ad hoc, and couldn’t give a shit about aesthetics. A makeover would respect its topographic gifts.
And this well known spot upstream is just gorgeous.
Feeling crappy. New tablets to deal with the UTI that apparently never left. Chores done, but lost and anxious. Haunted. Nothing like the satisfaction of creating art.
This minute:
A southerly hit during the night, persisting we’re advised for a couple of days.
Different from up around Canberra, which was stunning too.
Bush. A lot hits the eye. Yet to some it doesn’t seem so absent an accent.
Then with the quickly setting sun, some beautiful gentle charm.
