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?)
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.