Walk Three Hundred and Thirty – My Dad
125mm x 195mm pen in watercolour moleskine – whoops, forgot to pack the paints
posted by Julie Oakley at Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
125mm x 195mm pen in watercolour moleskine – whoops, forgot to pack the paints
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5 Comments:
This is excellent! You really have captured him. How nice to spend time with him.
Yes, this is a lovely one - does he have far to come? I had a run in with my Dad today - he is SO derogatory towards women - then my mother in her confusion says she doesn't know who this man is and why is he on this cruise with us! I just want to go on my holiday!
You are lucky to have your father, mine died the year I was married so has been gone for nearly 50 years. I cant put anything up as no scanner but i am keeping an eye on how you are going. I am covered in midge bites, they love new southern blood but am relaxing, swimming every day, walkng the beach and eating and drinking too much!
What a nice restful pic of your Dad.
I had the greatest of Dads - he always had stories for us about the wool track when he was a woolclasser before he set up his own shearing sheds, or the couta boats in Queenscliff when he was 16. He died at 86 several years ago and Mum was so lonesome after that.
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Alison, by Australian standards not far at all - about an hour and a half drive provided there are no jams. Poor you with your Dad's misogyny. You'd have thought he'd realise it was in his best interests to shut up. Penny glad to hear that your holiday is going well, I'd love some of your warmth and sunshine now.
So good Wendy to have good memories.
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