Thistle The Cat sleeps soundly. I was in the mood for the bleakness of 20th Century Modernism. Go figure.

Anyone who wins the best dressed man at the Galway Races, -- without knowing that's 'a thing' -- undeniably has sprawl.

New Year's Day. Dooralong, NSW. After the rain.

Down time. Sunday in Spike Deane's garden. Work can wait. We'll shake some different tree tomorrow.

Today -- after six years of being apart -- I sat with my mother, Betty, for a few hours. My life and work in Australia kept me far away...