Transforming something old into something new provides a certain satisfaction unlike any other.
Sometimes it only requires a few small tweaks, sometimes blood, sweat and tears are needed.
Being able to see, to imagine things differently, to give new life and purpose is a real super power.
Far from the realm of fairy tales, once upon a dry and dusty time in the Central West of NSW, people came from far and near to attend the Scubber’s Ball.
And scrubup nicely they did!
The old town hall was swarming with activity, the band was playing, people were dancing, drinking, eating and having a fun old time. Money was raised for the drought relief and everyone was able to shake off their worries for the evening. Creative fun was discovered by those who wandered over to my little photo booth corner, nothing like a few accessories to help people let their hair down.
There were a few barefooted dancers by the end of the night but I don’t think anyone lost their shoes!
(Can you see last weeks backdrop in the photos?)
1st camping trip in a year, with our new camper trailer.
With friendly company, we drove off into drought ridden landscapes, battled the dust and rain, mourned the roadkill, enjoyed limitless horizons, sunsets, quirky towns, outback hospitality and soaked in hot artesian bore baths.
Nature is époustouflante!
People are fascinating, living curious and interesting lives.
I’m not exactly sure what it is about the open road and arid landscapes that attracts me so much...the vastness has something to do with it. Everything falls into perspective under such wide open expanses.
It is a humbling sensation and incredibly freeing...
Apart from that, everyone knows that creative, magical and logistical skills are required to successfully pack, unpack, set up and pack up for any camping trip and keeping everyone happy is an art unto itself that, apparently, I haven’t quite mastered yet!
Challenges aside, the call of the open road is a constant temptation and I await new adventures with anticipation and itchy feet!
For me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with.