Some people leave footprints on our heart. Cats leave fur on our sweaters. Dogs leave drool on our shoes. Families will crap on our doorstep. So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
SEVENTEEN
One of my favourite photographs. Sailing on the Gippsland Lakes. When asked what he was thinking about, he said "Nothing. I wasn't thinking at all." The ultimate luxury for a year 12 student.
He spent 6 months of that year riding to Blackrock beach to measure and photograph the erosion rate of the sand and the effect on native plants.
He kept at it through winter and ended up with non-specific mononucleosis (glandular fever). He was so exhausted he couldn't lift his head from the pillow.
His work paid off when he was accepted at Chisholm Ins. before his exam results were known.
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