Life should be about change and learning and growth. About two years ago I went to Australia for the first time; the driver was spending time with some old friends, the icing was to be seeing something of a new continent. It was a time when my tastes were shifting, discovering what I liked rather than what others expected me to like. Part of this was a change in my tastes in art, moving from water colours and prints to seeking something more vibrant. That was a life enhancing trip in so many aspects and with the encouragement of those I met, together with that of my kids, I began to take a lifelong hobby more seriously, and to look for and notice the textures and patterns in nature; something that I had occasionally captured and only occasionally observed. And I found a new continent with different colours and textures and patterns to anything I had seen before. And I got to see aboriginal Australian art … they prefer to be described as aboriginal Australians or indigenous Australians, not aborigines, and after 60000 years I think they have earned that right. Their painting evolved as a way of teaching each generation, originally on rock surfaces or in the sand and only recently transferred to canvas. And their paintings tell their stories, of themselves, of their landscapes, of ancestor creator beings from the dreamtime; of how their world came to be, of their place in it. I looked in amazement on the patterns and colours and power of their art. I discovered that pushing the colour Plus occasionally a few other tricks, in PSE, of the more purely textural/pattern images gave a similar feel. Obviously it does not tell stories in the same way, yet this blog tells fragments of my story and my art; and Australia and aboriginal art are part of my story. This is one example. It started as a photo of ripples on a mountain lake. There will, from time to time, be others.