Category Archives: my sketchbook

glimpses from my sketchbook and other original works

A tale of unexpected visitors,
creepy stalking parents
and a gentle friend who makes guitars.

As a family we’ve tried to get to the snow on a couple of different occasions over the years and each time, someone has broken their leg – before we left. It’s a bit of a sore point, especially for Maddy and me because we weren’t the ones doing the breaking. So last week when she announced [...]

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wish you were here … dreaming of a winter camp

When Steve lights a fire up the back and the paints come out it makes me think of winter camps here And trippy canoe rides with friends A world turned upside down where everything seemed so right. It makes me think of summers on the far south coast of a treasured spot amidst the tea [...]

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I’ve been to par-a-dise but I’ve never been to …

Sorry. I’m being naughty. I’ve just planted the singularly worst song in the universe in your brain for the next couple of days. But waddya gonna do It struck me during the week that I’ve lived in the Bathurst region (in Australia) for about 25 years and while we’ve been lucky enough to travel to some far [...]

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