the beginning of another winter

back home.
australia is australia, it's the chipshop lady croakin over the speaker phone: two fish burgers an a bucket o' chips thanks (noelene), with such perfection that liam and i cringe over the wooden outdoor table, laughing. it's the drive up and back from murray river and the smell of wattle trees and salt. it's getting 'oy cunt' yelled at you affectionately, it's making pancakes on sunday morning (and no, we didn't put vegemite on them, this photo was a little aesthetic experiment-result of a brief comment on ethnic identity), it's waiting patiently for the first dole payment. yes, i say, use and abuse this glorious system. it's a lot of things.
right now it's very quiet.