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You see signs like this all around the place.  With all the rain we had this summer it was not a message that bothered anybody much.

Tomorrow we finish this trip at Browns Creek which is not at all brown at the moment.

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  1. Ah, yes ... but come NEXT summer ... all hell will break loose ...

    There was a beat-up in the SMH this week about how MS-Word was past its use-by-date. This sign is Word personified!

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    1. The trouble with word is that everyone thinks they are a graphic designer. I get heaps of documents from people that I tidy up (I send the real design work to graphic designers) but what it interesting is that after a document is tidied up people know it looks better but haven't got a clue as to what was changed to make it so. It is as if they are totally blind to paragraph spacing, font sizes etc -- sort of visually tone deaf.

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    2. People don't read white space.

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  2. Yes there will be lots of undergrowth come the next dry season, which is just around the corner. You have done a great job with your towns.

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    1. Yes there will be a dry season if not this year, then the next or the one after. I would say that typically here in the mountains we get a big fire every 7 years or so.

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