What Chinchilla means to me
FAR-flung crops burnt red with sorghum as far as I can see.
Windmills, dirt tracks, akubras, dusty boots and knees.
Tight knit communities living amongst the trees.
This is what the Chinchilla region has come to mean to me.
I’ve been here for a year now, telling your stories in these newsprint pages.
I’ve met incredible people doing incredible things, and seen what it means to be part of a small town that’s been here for ages.
I’ve learned of your struggles, your triumphs, your indefatigable spirit. Thank you.
Thank you Chinchilla, Tara, Miles, Wandoan, and all the other communities in our region, for sharing your stories with me.
When I moved out here, I was a green uni grad just out of home.
And thanks to you all, I’ve grown.
This is such a vibrant community, and I feel so honoured to be a part of it being welcomed into the Miles Art Group, becoming a regular at the local cafes, getting to know so many of you in so many ways.
Of course it’s not perfect nowhere ever is - but I don’t think I could have found a better place to start my career.
In the great country-city argument I’ve always leaned more towards the country side of things, and I’m so blessed to say that now, I live there.
I live here.
So thank you again, and I look forward to sharing more of your stories.