Car park at dawn. It was going to be 45 degrees that day.
At least I have a window to look out of when I have to go to my non- art work.
Butcher shop at midnight.
Circus poster at the butcher shop.
My street at dawn. Foggy this morn.
The shop at the end of the street sells landscapes.
Pastey painted walls in the all purpose hall. They display all kinds of plants and animals and crafts here. It is up the road from here.
This is where my relatives are buried. A few go walkabout it seems. As a child, I first thought about the afterlife from these earth shifts.
