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Fence post rust

September 16, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Uncategorized
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Old hominid looks at

September 13, 2022 by David Horton, posted in ecology, Uncategorized

old Myrtaceae and vice versa

This is my favourite old gum tree in my forest – not sure of species.

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Today is the day when daffodils bloom

September 1, 2022September 1, 2022 by David Horton, posted in gardens, Uncategorized

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I’m sitting on top of the world

August 22, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots

Just rolling along, just rolling along…

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A rainbow hangin’ over your head

August 18, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Uncategorized
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I am blue. Wattle I do?

August 18, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Uncategorized
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Galahs in the mist

August 18, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Uncategorized
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Wattle I do with just a photograph?

August 17, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots

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Fickle finger of fate

August 1, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots

And with that appropriate image I sign out for a while. Health problems are overwhelming me again. See you later.

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Game of throne

July 30, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots
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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

A few of the themes

Consequences

Two cultures

Repeating patterns

Nature and nurture

Catcher in the Rye

Doorways

Prophet not without honour

Blood

Deaf

Smell

Building reserves in good times

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