Gnomesville!

Perhaps the greatest attraction on Earth, the galaxy, the solar system, throw in a few black holes, a universe or ten. Or maybe just a roadside eyesore in Wellington Mill, Australia.

"What's up, gnomes!"

The place, of course, started organically. Something about a traffic circle and a woman leaving a gnome. And then more gnomes. And then the gnome word got out and gnome donation became a thing.

A gnome playing the local game, footy, Australian rules football. People are organized when they visit, leaving a pre-designed display that might commemorate a family highlight, social club, whatever.

Definitely out-gnome-bered.

A gnome named for thee. Gnomes can take all sorts of forms and expressions. Turkish squirrel?

Ugh oh, the gnome-ageddon is upon us.

Jokes abound, as you can tell from this blog post. So gnomey opportunities. Gnomes can be Jewish, who knew?

A little romance among the gnomes.

Awesome Australia

James and Sarah took a recent trip Down Under to see what's up. They started in the western city of Perth, headed out to Kalgoorlie, down to the beach town of Esperance, over to wine country in Margaret River. A road trip full of Aussie diversions.

Clean, calm Perth.

The view of the harbor in Albany, site of the Anzac convoy for WWI. Gnomes. Yes, gnomes.

Sarah in a field of rapeseed plants with the sun setting. And a rainbow.

Curiosities. Scary wax figures and super pits (apologies to David Bowie).

Silos as art projects.

More curiosities. Bridges and belters.

Yea, gotta watch out for those -roos.