Over time, our story is inscribed on the land and absorbed by those passing by, like a rural spirit, reflected in the forms of the landscape.

A gum in a paddock speaks of an era before the land was tilled. A weathered fence line, of order and division, a foundation of our modern lives. A waterhole brings life and the earth provides nourishment as the seasons come and go.

We are shaped by the past and prepare for the future. Our character is found in the smallest of details and the largest of spaces. Our lives in the landscape are reflected in the landscape itself.

John Hardiman
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