Home, home, home.

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Here’s something I’m not proud of, but can at least be honest about: I love going on plane trips largely because it means I get to do sweet FA for a couple of hours. I told my partner this last time we were about to embark on a long-haul flight, and he looked mildly disgusted, maybe partly amused, but mostly, not at all impressed.

For most of my life, I was, by nature, a hugely lazy person. But I am now, by necessity, a hugely industrious person.

So the great thing about plane rides, for me, is that I get to indulge my latent lazy person with little-to-no-guilt. There is part of me that recognises that I could be using this air-time to work on my completely analogue profession: i.e., drawing. However, if I’m sitting next to someone I don’t know – which is likely – I don’t really feel comfortable with it.

So mostly I just sit, read, eat snacks, listen to Bowie, wriggle around impatiently, and have passive-elbow-battles for the arm rest.

And this afternoon, I am really, really looking forward to going through all that indulgent time-wasting. Because when I step off the plane it will just be going dark at the tiny regional airport that is edged on one side by a stand of low coastal scrub, and beyond that, the sea. And when I wake up customarily early the next morning, I’ll look straight out a full-height glass window, past a gumtree that changes colour in the rain of summer thunderstorms, onto a green valley, probably still thick with mist pending the rising sun, and I’ll know I’m home, home, home. 

Things strange, beautiful and gone for good.

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All lightly shimmering in the heat, these lifeforms, like wonders much reduced. Rough likenesses thrown up at hearsay after the things themselves had faded in men's minds.
- Cormac McCarthy

Sketchbook: Cosmic love

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Drawings lately -- a lot of these are in styles that I don't usually use, so it was fun (and a little painful) to stretch my bounds …

There's some excellent December-wind-down vibes about the place lately.

Also complemented by fine warm days (finally, as always in Melbourne), the best seasonal fruit, playdates with the neighbourhood pack of big-red-dogs (ridgebacks and boxers), my Santa Rita Opuntia growing another pad, finding a rad ‘esoteric’ section in the second-hand book shop … aaaaand I’m quitting commission work and being a professional farmland sun-drinker for the next couple of weeks.  

Summer vibes

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One week left in the office, one week left in this dry, southern city. 

My sister sent me a text last week -- excited about me coming home to the north coast of NSW -- saying something along the lines of: "We're going to make amazing cocktails, hunt through antique stores, and swim in the river!"

It's a fairly accurate summary of life on the farm over the summer holidays … and I cannot wait. 
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