it was something like spring returning, again.

What was it,

that quote from a novel,

or a film,

or was from some lyrics,

…or from life,

I don’t remember now,

it was something like,

“in that moment anything was possible”.

good morning.

The Afterglow…

Last night.

At Bungambrawatha (homeland), (Albury).

Winter glowed…

Two worlds collided.

Road trip

Somewhere between ocean and mountains.

Up north

Meanwhile, the birds are somewhat different here. I saw 5 black swans flying in a V and all around them was a gang of raucous corellas. Elegance and craziness in flight.

The sight of a band of yellow tailed black cockatoos had my heart beat quicker for their graceful movements through the air is beyond majestic.

While in Balaclava.

Looking toward Norong

Saturday morning, downstream Milawa Bila (Murray River).

The space between.

so close

To sleep with fire

From the gloaming to the morning, the fire raged politely through the night and softly dimmed by morning light.

bedroom fireplace. country winter.

the gloaming

the morning

Today, a bush walk, in winter’s sun, so blessed to be a mother, sister, cousin sis and aunty.

On top of the world at Ingram’s Rock, Beechworth Historic Park, Pallanganmiddang nation.

just a pencil, and some paper…

Photo: Jeremy Weihrauch 2025

on the longest night...it's going to be alright.

winter solstice.

survivors of suicide.

from a window

First day at a new job and I’m stoked with the view.

Winters Scarlet.

last afternoon of fall.

I saw Eternity the other night.

the closeness.

Here today. Murray River. Murray Art Museum Albury

nginha, you are here

Here today, this mountain, Nail Can Hill, this river, Murray

Happy birthday dad. Just in case I miss you Sunday, I’ll be waiting at your mountain, your river. our mountain, our river.

This note from dad