Give Me A Home Among The Gumtrees.

When I was 10 we lived in a house with a patch of bush for a back fence. It was the first opportunity I had to live the dream, childhood style. I got my three closest friends over, raided my stepdad's toolbox and set out to find "planks of wood". We were going to build a treehouse! The next five hours are a little blurry... I do remember bruises, scratches and cramps, but as for the house in the tree? I don't think it even got off the ground. I mean, how was I to know "planks of wood" came from a hardware store. Don't they just occur naturally in the bush? Nope. At least, not in that god forsaken patch of bush land.

In honour of my dashed dreams I'd like to share some beautiful imagery...

Those last two, and many more, can be found here.