A sunrise walk up Graveyard Hill in Hillsboro opened up to stunning light and views to all horizons. Señora and Señor Winkler headed out South and West, respectively, on their bikes while I watched for the tree of vultures and carefully stepped around the stones in the cemetery.
The Autumn air was crisp and clear and the triangulated point after our journeys was the breakfast table, with much discussion about our ventures and the day ahead. Some of us had vegemite toast before heading out to park ourselves at our work stations.
It wasn’t long before the strains of Nolan’s favourite music piped me up to her studio and I set up on a space she’d cleared for me and sploodged watercolour onto the studies of the cacti. While she worked on some canvi. Wonderful to see the yam printing in action. :-]
After sketching up on the large sheet, more paper wetting and rock rubbing was needed on the nopal shapes as a ground for colour tomorrow. As a grand finale to the the day, a skunk strolled past Winkler and I on the deck as we chatted in fading light. I sat like a statue wondering what would make it spray us as Winkler whispered ‘don’t scare it’ and we sat transfixed as it walked past our chair and out into the spotted cactus. Amazing.