Australian pioneers had a hard row to hoe. Literally. The barren hard clay that too often received too little rain, is a far cry from their lush homelands of England and Ireland.
Little wonder our first farmers turned to God to help them see past their perennial struggles and to find some beauty in their faith. I was simply passing through town when I saw the setting sun catch these leadlights in a blaze of colour.
I stopped and stood in the shadow of the cool stones, thinking of this monument to the grit and faithfulness of those pioneers.
Giclee print on rag paper, 12cm x 12cm
$200.00 framed, Edition of 5