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We went down the road a little outside of town to the Berkelouw Book Barn and spent a happy hour or so browsing the stacks.


  1. Ah, now I only know the two Berks in Sydney (Paddington and Leichhardt). Berrima is looking more enticing.

  2. I haven't been to this place although I've passed it a few times. Must next time I'm in Berrima.

  3. I love these shots, and I never get round to (or see them) taking them....

  4. Jule and Winam, definitely go there, it's big and stuffed full of interesting books. Nice log fire too on cold days.

    Sean, I am fascinated for example, to see how Julie has visited the same places as me but sees totally different details. I walk around the city and can't see a single thing to shoot whereas I know you would be busy snapping away. I am learning for these different interpretations to try and push my boundaries while at the same time as being true to my own vision of things.

  5. ... and Martina is google-ing Thomas Hood ...

  6. Hi Martina, I did the same and discover he is a poet. In fact I remember now that I have quoted one of his poems


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