No this is not a volcano.
All the hills and mountains sport hats.
A different hat for a different day.
My mini trek up Queens Town Hill.
I left the walk till later in the day and there was no one in the wood but me as I climbed the path to the top... about 1 and a half hours up through the Ghost trees and over the padded fir cone covered floor. At one point I really picked up pace worried that it might get dark whilst I was in the wood .. a slight moment of mountain madness. All in all the trek was about 3and a half hours ... my knees gave in on the way down. OH JOY!
The ghost trees of Queenieville.
A sprinkling of STA for you.
Is the word on the streets yet?
I can feel myself improving all the time and I really feel I am pushing the timed art to its limits.
10 seconds is all it takes.
To make ART! To TAKE ART!
I am surprised I havent had a phone call from Saatchi yet.
Do you like my walking shoes/ disco boots?
I got a few funny looks at the top from some passing chaps but I am used to that.
You can see where I taught the workshop from here if you squint.
Chow for now.
Lou Snap Snap Ping!