Well over a year after moving to Melbourne I finally found a dark(ish) spot on a (very rare) clear night to get back into some astrophotography. Galactic centre is looking good.

In 2008 (half a lifetime ago), someone at school gave me a piece of jarrah since he didn't know what to do with it. I wasn't expected to keep it, and we later made a joke out of the fact that I still had it. Years later, I carved my own name in Old English runes. Weird but quite unique.