Getting deeper into my obsession with american indian patterns, I drove my car to eastern Oregon to visit Pendleton Woolen Mills where they manufacture my favourite blankets and throws.
Il faut nous aimer sur terre,
il faut nous aimer vivants
Ne crois pas au cimetière
il faut nous aimer avant.
– Paul Fort
After Sydney NSW, Sidney BC!
The place where you can spot orcas whilst having coffee…. Then onto Friday Harbor and the San Juan Islands.
From sombre Seattle to sunny Victoria in British Columbia – Canada. It’s incredible how different Victoria was from Seattle… The whole atmosphere (literally) changed in the space of a few miles…
Portland, Or.
Seattle. Wash.
I spent my last week in Australia in Port Douglas with my friend Gemma. A beautiful ending to a great adventure, snorkeling on the Great Bareer Reef was such a thrill.
Ever seen a mango tree? This is what it looks like…
Cassowaries love these fruits, but human, don’t even go there!
I’m so in love with this country!
Queensland is so different from New South Wales and I’ve loved the endless sugar cane fields and the banana plantations. The typical Queensland house, the queenslander is unique and very elegant. The sunsets are spectacular every night and I’ve met some really cool people.
I’m currently reading Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey and I felt that this excerpt was appropriate to depict the feeling I had when we all jumped from the boat and ducked into the water only to hear the whales talking to each other in that faint incredible sound. I’ll never forget that moment. Airlie Beach and my sailing trip in the Whitsundays islands is my favourite part of my Australian trip. Lying on the deck at night gazing at the stars, having a delicious barbecue dinner and sleeping on a subtly cradling water.
“Has joy any survival value in the operations of evolution? I suspect that the morose and fearful are doomed to quick extinction. Where there is no joy there can be no courage; and without courage all other virtues are useless. Therefore the frogs, the toads, keep on singing even though we know, if they don’t, that the sound of their uprorar must surely be luring all the snakes and ringtail cats and kit foxes and coyotes and great horned owls toward the scene of their happiness.”
