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Between

This motel room is neither here nor there

I’m halfway

And another day to go

Thoughts occur half way

And even though the pause is inevitable

I half wish I’d driven all the way through

I spent an hour in the dark

Before the sun

Wondering if I was enough

The thoughts drove me up

Out of bed

And into the morning

to walk along a strangers street

In a town that is half way there

And so far from anywhere

That it is often a travellers denoted

half way

And I wandered along with a half way point tumbling around my mind

And then an ordinary bird

On an ordinary building

that had stood for 100 years

sang It’s ordinary morning song

And I laughed that I had doubted myself

Yet again

I realised I don’t matter to anything at all

It just all matters to me

And that’s the difference

Between

Header: old house from my morning walk in Blackall this morning.

For this trip I’ve challenged myself to use monochrome only images. So of course the first thing I did was bump into a man who showed me a gallery of gorgeous dresses made out of the most amazing fibres and colours. But that’s another post.

This is Blackall at 6am with the sun still rising and me with a tourist map particularly interested in number 4 and letter Q which were at opposite ends of the town.

More on Instagram on the Kate.gwp account – I will do something different for the other account when I have the chance to edit on my laptop

The Barcoo 1872
Fixer upper
Bella’s coffee must be good
Jackie Howe world famous blade shearer

I was from a sheep station and when I first met my father in law he quizzed me on Jackie Howe – I had heard of him but couldn’t recite how many sheep Jackie shore – now I can – 321 sheep in 7hrs and 41 minutes. Well deserved honours to a hard working and skilled man!

Plastic bags and bubble wrap
Plastic bags

There’s a story here
Reflections
So many trucks ..and caravans
These quirky shambolic houses

And now I’m here in Winton and nervous about the meet and greet for authors this afternoon. I don’t call myself an author and yet here we are . I think I will feel more like an author once I publish my first novel later this year, I don’t feel like poetry counts for me at least – but feel free to tell me I’m wrong.

Here’s to meeting and writing fellow writers and readers and a few days living in an iconic outback town. This is going to be fun!

Cheers

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