Winter here is green. No snow, or if it ever did, the record is lost in the annals of legend. Almost imperceptible, the winter grasses sprout amongst last year’s greying wheat stubble.

winter grass sprouts

I steep the Matcha for exactly

three minutes

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We tour the region north of Goyder’s line and it hits me that here is a foreshadowing of the climate crisis to come; townships that used to house 600 were reduced to a couple of aged and cracking official buildings, monuments to human hubris. For sure, technology ensured that the regions were populated again but I’m not sure if we learned anything.

cracked ashphalt

a pepper tree sprouts

in centre court

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