So that wraps up the tour, I hope that you enjoyed it.
As a last image, I saved this one of my three favourite people standing in front of a tree that had fallen over.
If anyone asks, you didn’t see nuthin', right?
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral
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What's the use of saying lovely picture, you know that already, right?
The photos really do capture the spirit and the sense of inner solitude.
An excellent way to start a Tuesday.
The finale photo was good one.
i am just curious about one thing.. Was Henry as obedient as looks in the photographs? Didn't he try to explore a little further away?