This time next month, as G pointed out, our work will be up at Geelong Gallery.
This time last weekend, I was at my parents farm in New South Wales, revelling in all the open space and beauty. I fossicked in the sheds and barns with my Dad, and I fed the many Boer goats with my Mum. I drove an old French tractor around the perimeter of the farm, a woollen beanie jammed on my head. And I loved waking up early to the sound of birdsong. Winter and the farm make for beautiful sunrises and sunsets, and here for you is a little of what I saw.
Now back at the drawing board, I long for the chance to soak up all that space.