Adalia

Perhaps this is finished?

Athena's Birrthday

Athena's day off and birthday yesterday and because Arion and Adrian were visiting we went up to Mirboo North via Lyrebird walk in Darlimurla. The walk has been rebuilt since the fires and we went to see the regeneration since then.

Then on to Mirboo North for lunch at the Baths Road Reserve with a walk to the pool to trigger the memories of summers past. After that we drove to Narracan Falls.

Back to Trafalgar and into the kitchen to prepare Athena's birthday Dinner, which was consumed outdoors in the front yard with conviviality and conversation until thoughts of getting to work the next day drew guests homeward.

At Cowwarr Weir

On Sunday we went to Cowwarr Weir for a Kids Plus Picnic day. There was a jumping castle, earth ball, connect 4, other things and canoes on the weir. The weather was perfect and anyone who wanted to  got out in a canoe. I went wandering to take some photos.

Some Sketches Finished

I've finished these sketches except for getting the masking fluid off from around the outside and it's been down a bit too long. Eucalyptus oil at least seems to move it, but I won't have nice clean edges.

More Sketching

The first 5 sketches were shown previously and are now finished. The last 4 have more work and decisions to go. Can I make myself blot out most of the shapes?

Small Sketches

Drawing

Betrayal

At a funeral this week the thought of betrayal came to mind through a process of weighing up a life. In my life my, the biggest regrets are related to a betrayal of trust. These events are seared in my memory and most likely bigger for me than the person that they involve. In fact the person probably doesn’t even register or remember them. I know that God forgives me, but the person/people involved have their own rights. I doubt they even remember the events and yet I cannot let them sleep completely. They chasten me, they help me to remember that I cannot pretend that my image of myself is flawless. They help me remember to be careful with other people’s lives. They help remember my role in life of trying to be a blessing. I don’t condemn myself for these betrayals. I have made my reparations, but like civet in a perfume their very faint stench heightens my awareness and keeps me alert in my relationships, mostly.