One of several superb bank buildings in this very pleasant mid-North town, displaying the solidity and dependability that attracts customers still.
Painted mostly on site and refined in the studio.
Approximate size inc. frame, 46cms x 57cms.
The same derelict shed as in “Old Shed at Cavanagh 2”, but from a different angle. Harry, friend of a friend, took us here after a barbecue one day, to show us the old house that’s just to the left of this picture.
Painted in the studio from a photograph taken by me.
Approximate size framed, 46cms x 57cms.
This house, well-built but now unused since the farm was absorbed into a larger property, was built probably in the early 1900’s. Sadly, the current owners see no benefit in doing any maintenance. It’s become a store-house for bits of greasy old machinery and accumulated rubbish. The next strong wind will probably see the verandah roof on the ground.
Painted in the studio from a photograph taken by me.
Image size 26 x 39
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This massive old fellow stands near “Woodhouse”, the Scouts’ property near Stirling, and I’m sure it predates European settlement.
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How I imagine a cold morning somewhere in South Australia, with a pale sun just beginning to burn off the fog.
High in the mountains of Vietnam, near the border with China, is Sapa. It’s a growing tourist spot where every square metre of mountain-side is terraced and cultivated to rice. What’s too steep for terraces is planted to corn, and what’s steeper still, is forest.
Once the stable for a neighbouring house, it’s now the office and residence for the caravan park. The cobbled ground floor and some of the old timber stalls still exist inside.
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I chatted to the owner of this wooden fishing boat as he scraped and painted. It was built in the 1980’s, and regularly takes him and his crew 150 kilometres out to sea, long-line fishing for a week at a time.
In the morning, after a warm night on board the junk on Halong Bay, we saw several fishing boats like this. A family survives on what they catch, and they live on board.
Halong Bay; anyone who visits Vietnam should see Halong Bay, and stay overnight on a junk, as we did. We sat here, watching the colour of the sky becoming slowly deeper, and the forested limestone pinnacles disappearing into the mist, as one lone fisherman puttered home. The red sails belonged to another overnight junk.
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