There was a time a while ago that I used to hang out in Brisbane. Over the summers, there were car trips, as well as one trip by train and a couple on the bus. We used to walk around the Valley and New Farm and I'd take pictures of the beautiful Queenslanders - of the woodwork and detail, both inside and out. The balconies, bay windows and old pastel paint work. Stories of the 80's and talk about the Joh Bjelke-Petersen years. Drinks at Rics and red wine stained teeth.
Later on I listened to the Go Betweens and read Praise to remind me of those years. I miss those times, I miss her. And I miss him though he is still here.