Sue Michael

This year has afforded me time to revisit my numerous sketch books, or pieces of paper scribbled upon as a passenger on car trips, and endless notes written in the early hours of the morning in some lonely, arid outpost. I have reinvestigated winter life in regional South Australia, for some systems of being will not care about our ‘mere mortal‘ worries. Little shrubs will soak up the few drops of rain, the churning winter storm waves will roll in, and the green will softly blanket the hills once again. People will still fashion winter quilts, dry their jumpers inside, and a dog will find the most favourable place in front of the fire.