I’ll live with lighter foot steps.

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Land of the freaking nor-easter

The other night, an older man was trying to school me on the winter weather in America. I almost burst out laughing at him.

“Excuse me, sir, not to be rude, but I’m from Boston, land of the freaking nor’easter.”

I didn’t go there but would’ve loved to. I was having a chat with a couple I’m close with. Husband from NY, wife from Adelaide (Aus) with a similar story to mine. (ie – Travelled and travelled, fell for someone when you least expected it and ended up moving to the other side of the world.) This couple, Jeannie and Howard, taught uni in Wisconsin and later raised their family in NY before moving back to Australia. It’s safe to say, we know winter.

Anyway, the three of us were failing to help the other man comprehend the real size of America and the fact that, generally speaking, Atlanta and Alabama are not normally snowy climates, hence the horror stories he may be hearing about car/truck crashes. Dude had no idea. It was fun trying to lead him along with our reminiscing, the importance of icing the roads, etc.

That was irrelevant soon after though because Jeannie told me she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer since we had last seen in other, just a few weeks before. Her surgery begins in a few days. She and her husband are in their mid to late 60s. This won’t be easy on them. I hugged them, especially Jeannie, so many times before parting ways Friday night, thinking this better not be the last time I see her.

It’s been quite the stressful week.

*The image above was taken in Rutland, Vermont, part of the aforementioned, land of the freaking nor-easter near where I grew up. The railroad crossing photo is mounted on canvas and has been applied with a medley of varnish to give a glowing yet aged appearance.

Twilight in Maine

I finished this piece last week. As of Monday, this, and a few other pieces, will be in the Gallery Cafe in Surry Hills, NSW. In total, they’re displaying about a dozen of my recent pieces.

This particular canvas exhibits a photo I took in August in Maine during the luminescent, golden hour. Now it’s mounted with a varnish seal for a glowing, sleek, full look.

Made in America

The above scene is a light festival in Centennial Park, NSW. It was one of my first experiences with night photography. The below scene took place in my favourite cafe in Surry Hills. It, too, was a first experience. Italicised writing is me.

Are you American?

Yes.

Do you know Francis?

I’m sorry?

Francis. Do you know him?

Um,  no, I’m sorry I don’t know your friend. It’s not exactly a small country.

(In my head: Of course! All Americans know each other.)

The Hunter

Here’s another vineyard in the Hunter Valley. This is one of the many tables with an incredible view at Robyn Drayton’s Vineyard. Her vineyard also functions as a cafe. According to Robyn, who led us through quite a fun wine tasting, she’s one of the view successful female vineyard owners in the Hunter. I bought a bottle of her chardonnay, Sweet Caress. It’s beautiful. Trut me.

Happy new year!

Happy new year!

The above shot was taken at Tempus Two Vineyard in the Hunter Valley, NSW. Isn’t the architecture done beautifully? I love the look you can achieve when you embrace the medley of organic and inorganic shapes. My favourite pieces of art seem to all have this in common.