Notes from the Great Ocean Road

The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow,
For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go;
Greater, or smaller, the same old things we see by the dull road-side —
And tired of all is the spirit that sings of the days when the world was wide.

~ In The Days When The World Was Wide, by Henry Lawson

Joel Bowman, with today’s Note From the End of the World...

We’re on the road this weekend, dear reader. And not just any road. They call this one the Great Ocean Road. You can see why from the short video clip above. 

That’s the view from the bottom of Gibson’s Steps, looking toward the famous Twelve Apostles. Dear daughter provides the children’s laughter and commentary. We’re having fun. 

We’ll have more from the road in the coming days. In the meantime, please enjoy our musings from the past week. 

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Joel Bowman