Last Friday I fled the Canberra winter, the flu, the cold workspace, and the sense of feeling enclosed in a valley for the sea and some winter colour in my old haunts on the Fleurieu Peninsula in South Australia:

Gary Sauer-Thompson, Port Elliot, 2007

There I could recover from the winter and breathe in the sea and sky of the southern ocean. It was the space and colour that I longer for. This region was my roots and I could recover a sense of self that was more than nomadic.

I wanted to step away from my movement through space being positioned as a concrete, material realization of freedom.

Canberra has its own charms in a garden city sort of way and I enjoy being there:

Gary Sauer-Thompson, walkway, Kingston, Canberra, 2007

But I was tired of this utopia—the good place—that is also a 'no place', because we dream about finding the promised utopia elsewhere. It's hard to explain.

(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)