295/365

I live somewhere up there.

294/365

ribbit.

293/365

Since I shaved my head I've been accumulating hats.

292/365

I'm staying in a surreal looking suburb

291/365

Pretty city

290/365

Autumn?

289/365

I found shiny things

288/365

morning

287/365

The things you find in the garden

286/365

Kitchen utencils

285/365

Final day of apple picking. 10 BINS!

284/365

Unusual hitchhikers. Once we hitched to the farm we then went to Cockle Creek, the end of the road.

283/365

Feeding ducks and playing on the trampoline.

282/365

Cooking and melting things with a small boy named Fergus

281/365

Gem Meg Gem Meg Gem.. confusing twins.

280/365

Roadtrip with Rob and his friend Pete, and Cougar's bourbon and cola.

279/365

Apple orchard's are scary at night time.

278/365

Rob and Pete pruning.

Oh, when he looks at me like that.

277/365

Playing in Tim's shed, and hugging.

276/365

That is a Tree.

275/365

I captured Chloe in a box.

274/365

Found Maria in town, found boredom, found chloe, found lovely red light.

273/365

My last bit of tobacco, which I dropped on the wet pavement. See, chloe wasn't happy about it either.

272/365

Scary dog.

271/365

One way to dry your hair. Our only source of heat on the farm at night time. I'm fairly certain that's for growing things, big strong apple pickers.

270/365

Chloe and I examining our different faces, before a free lift up to Hobart with the Canadian girls.

269/365

Pickers saying goodbyes to Tim the Tasmanian apple farmer, while Maria waits for a ride on the tractor.

268/365

After a long days picking, Chloe and I return to the shed and become creative with food left over from other pickers. I made pancakes, and she made french toast which is nice cause she's like, french. We consumed them before the opening credits of yet another fucking romantic comedy.