and sometimes the art is forgettable

was just re-reading my blog and saw I'd mentioned an exhibition at Fed Square. Which I had totally forgotten about. So maybe photography is passe in my world?

Found a cool little pottery studio out at dodges ferry last Saturday where I spent some dusty minutes before returning to the mullet. Oh, last saturday was so good for the soul, an afternoon spent in the salty water, jumping and crashing and swimming and paddling until the salt in my eyes couldn't be tolerated any longer. Sabby's friend was visiting from the US, she lives in Miama but is currently based in Manhatten for her fiance's temp assignment. Manhattan to TASMANIA! I wanted to ask so many questions, like had she been to the knitting studio? But in the end it didn't matter, because like me she was at the end of the world, far far south and enjoying it.

Book recommendation: something ?? by Val McDermid, a crime genre novel my Mum picked up at Writers Week and gave to me as an early Christmas present to cheer me up. Am totally converted to the crime genre and love how she's juxtaposed the whodunnit of searching for a wordsworth script in the lakes district with Fletcher Christians' missing years after the Bounty Mutiny. I kept imaging his sea travels and Pitcairn Island sojourn with the landscape of the Tasman Peninsula; similiarly sparse of people.

Also treated myself to the U2 biography, oh books are so very therapeutic.

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