It was always easy to be with Bob Adamson, his life force was infectious. 

I was fortunate to spend time with him by his beloved Hawkesbury, as he approached his last days. His body was deserting him, but his laughter hadn't lost its joy nor volume. 

Adamson's work drew on his love of birds, fishing and the Hawkesbury, from Dark Water to the Golden Bird. He was a true lyric poet, in subject and style. 

We first published his work in Applestealers in 1974, and often since and with more to come. 

His courage in death; the complete absence of fear of it, was that of a man whose life had been fully lived. 

Our deepest condolences to Juno, whose love sustained him.

—Morry Schwartz, Black Inc.