Clermont is a photographer’s dream, a small town where history is visible, and the subtle landscapes and clarity of light make my heart skip a beat. In the evening, the sky delivers it’s cosmic display of stars above the quiet streets.

It was my third visit to Clermont with Flying Arts over the past decade. It is drought again, the mines are closing. The town seems to be returning to its agricultural and historical past.  Nomads, with impressive caravans, and cattle trucks pass me on the highway, and I stop frequently just to look at the afternoon light setting over the golden fields.

At the workshop at Clermont showgrounds we talk about the history and the lifestyle, and the screenprints we do reflect the passing of time.