Who goes there?

Something about this door is attractive. I think it's the lines, the repetition the sage grey and white ... but what got me interested was that this door belongs to the electorate office of a politician. I'm wondering who goes there?
Up a nearby detour and the sun was beating upon this empty arc of shops, and again I had to wonder, who goes there?
Not some ancient stone carving, nor exquisitely arranged art piece but the most alive thing in the dark place. Once upon a time, a tile had gone there.



True Grit



Beaudesert and Ted

Meet Ted. Ted was shopping with Master in Beaudesert last Thursday and was terribly uncomfortable at being addressed, by name, while he was meant to be guarding the ute. He refused to make eye contact and stared into the distance for Master while I backed up to take a photo of something else. The only give away was the top half of his tail sweeping the dirt in a casual, haphazard way that said "I hear ya but I'm ignorin' ya".
My real target was the stone sculpture gracing the middle of the main street at the Art Gallery. I was tempted to do some rubbing, then thought better of it.

Beaudesert and Wyralong

Morning meetings  in Beaudesert led me to a beautiful cafe opposite the Council office ... for piping hot tea ... and potato rosti stacked with spinach, mushrooms and poached egg. Yum.
Then later in the day taking the "high road" across to Boonah and the first signs of Wyralong Dam .. it's filling and it's not even finished yet.