OutlineIs a landscape constructed, construed, reflected? Do we think the landscape sketches of Breughel or Duerer or Rembrandt or Claude Lorrain; of C...asper David Friedrich or J.M.W. Turner; of Cole or Bierstadt in America; or of the Group of Seven in Canada are real? Landscape views in art may be entirely imaginary, or copied from reality with varying degrees of accuracy. This work is an attempt at formulating an Australian vision focussing on the works of Dupain and Williams. [Chinese. “Let me make a suggestion. If you feel comfortable about this, tell Martin you’d like to meet him face to face. Ask him to suggest a time and place giving us at least a couple of weeks’ time to get things arranged.”Six weeks later, after couple of exchanges of letters, we headed out to meet Martin. We’d arranged for our friend Faye from the main island to come over and ‘house sit’ – or maybe it should be ‘cabin sit’ – for us. Both Maggie and Ralph were familiar with her as she was a frequent. It tasted very sweet and after being shocked, I took as much of him in my mouth as possible to get every drop. He moaned softly and again brushed his fingers through my hair. I could feel the release of stress leave his body and he slowly kept pumping his cock in my mouth while finishing. I looked up at him and he smiled and said, "Thank you, baby." I put his cock back in my mouth not wanting it to be over yet, needing one more taste of him. As I pulled his cock out of my mouth, he began. Actually, seven years before. We were to start the lessons, at the same time. Me teaching Sean, while he taught Toni and Julie. That was three years ago. He went through with, what we thought of as, his responsibility, but I couldn't bring myself to fulfill mine. This was the situation, when Jake died. It immediately sank in on me, that now, I had not only my duties, but Jake's, as well. This pushed me into an action I had put off, for years. The night after Jake's funeral, I took Sean into my.