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Your August solo show and because the Q3 premium member course on Magical Geography starts next week,

I am neck deep in placeness. So that's where we are this month.

Place is the place we find ourselves. So just thinking back on my return flight from the mainland to Hobart late Saturday afternoon.

As the plane kind of dipped and you can sort of see out into the ocean, it looked cold.

Now it's the southern ocean and it's still effectively winter here.

So it is cold obviously, but I've landed in a lot of latitudes over the years and I

guess this is presumably something to do with the angle of the sun. Light on the ocean looks colder here

or at these latitudes, north and south, then near the equator, so sort of instead of warm sunset colors,

you get cold metallic ones.

And it felt like what sort of came to mind is one of the things that Hobart actually is,

which is the main jumping off point for Antarctica, the ocean on Saturday afternoon looked like the sort that you would have to

sail on to get to Antarctica right right? Because obviously you do. It obviously looks calmer near Hobart

than it does the closer you get to Antarctica, but nevertheless it had that light level and sensory feel.

Now, this sounds obvious but is more complex

when you unpack it.

Hobart's status as unofficial capital, I guess, of Antarctic expeditions is because it's near to the place, more or less, and far from the origins of most expeditions.

So particularly in that afternoon light you had that sense of farness from elsewhere and also nearness to what is effectively the unknown.

Now the farness is something I'm more familiar with grappling with just in general in my life so

Tasmania has two-thirds of Australia's entire stock of 19th century buildings

including my farmhouse I I guess, but only about 1 30th of the national

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