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“Where’s Sandalwood?” you ask.
It’s on the same grain railway as Wynarka and Karoonda, with a population up in the teens, on a good day.
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49 x 59
“Where’s Sandalwood?” you ask.
It’s on the same grain railway as Wynarka and Karoonda, with a population up in the teens, on a good day.
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48 x 53
One day, maybe, someone will restore this old 1920’s warrior.
Meanwhile it sits under rusting galvanised iron behind a farmhouse, waiting for one-day to arrive.
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Not much good as a life-boat when it’s sitting on the tidal flats, which is what happens twice every day, but a local fellow told me it’s retired and now the consuming hobby of a man passionate about old wooden boats.
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I’d had to take a bus-load of school kids to Port Adelaide on an excursion, and while the teachers took them to various places I was able to sit on a pontoon and paint this picture of the 1948 South Australian-built Yelta, with the steam engine originally intended for a naval Corvette.
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Goolwa’s the well-known river-port near the mouth of the Murray where the South Australian Wooden Boat Festival draws big crowds every second year, and thousands of holiday-makers every summer.
I painted this one on a lazy Saturday when even the old Mundoo, tied up at the wharf here, was quietly sleeping.
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This is a little sand island just downstream of the barrage at Goolwa, and home to plenty of birdlife.
The barrage is out-of-view to the left and the Murray Mouth is a few kilometres away over the horizon to the right.
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The tiny northern town of Pekina has this store and a pub and a handful of houses, that’s all. I sat on the roadside opposite to paint this one on a glorious summer’s day amidst a few flies, the aroma of gum leaves and just the sounds of the bush.
Vee read a book and Phoebe (Golden Retriever and most important member of the family) snored at my feet.
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A beautiful French seaport whose streams formerly powered the many mills on their banks.
The mills are now mostly restaurants, but the charm of the stream with its many weirs and shady overhanging trees makes Pont Aven a Mecca for tourists.
I sat on my folding stool to paint this one, with a steady trickle of diners coming to and from one of the restaurants behind me.
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Where wooden boats have been built and repaired for goodness-knows how long.
Currently it’s the home of a bunch of retirees who meet every week, who chat, drink coffee, build and repair wooden boats.
This boat’s seen almost as many summers as I have, and is still used regularly.
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