Desolata the exhibition, my contribution at least, was originally intended as a requiem for my trees. The Drought of 2015 had taken a heavy toll on my immediate landscape, with stringybarks dying en masse. The death of the trees was the final straw for my already fragile equilibrium and my mental health declined somewhat. I saw dead trees and it hurt my heart. In order to heal you must examine that which ails you, I have learned that lesson.

A non-partisan, non-denominational, non-thinking blog. I need to find a new hobby. The Official Golden Hill Blog Roll. Maybe the Best Joke Ever. Laughing Horse Award - 2009. Wednesday, April 09, 2014. Maybe the Best Joke Ever. A guy is walking down the beach and stumbles upon a lamp. He picks it up and dusts it off, and as one would expect, a genie appears.

Please visit us at How Green is Our Valley, a transition from Africa to Australasia. Friday, March 18, 2016. March 2016 - Visualising Future Memories. He walked westwards from Newcastle and published a number of good photos. Thank you, Andreas, for sharing. I guess the names Haltwhistle, Once Brewed, Chollerford. It took me 4 .

Because blogging is cheaper than therapy. Monday, January 16, 2012. Her teacher told me that she chose the following for Hope, with me in mind. knowing how much it means to me. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

Life, the Universe and Everything. Posted on January 1, 2015 in Uncategorized.

Random musings on food,wine and sometimes life in general. Wednesday, December 25, 2013. Merry Christmas to all my readers this year. May your glass be full and your gifts exchangeable. Saturday, November 23, 2013. We did at six but forgot to come on time. However, we got here at seven and the place.

Tuesday, 4 August 2015.

Monday, August 12, 2013. Things That Go Bump In The Night. I have a bookmark on my browser for a really nice ghost hunting kit. A couple month ago, I almost went to the old Eastern State Penitentiary in West Virginia.