It was pretty quiet in the supermarket. The tomato bin was almost empty. It felt like the pandemic lockdown years. It was the night before a forecast heatwave, in Melbourne, Australia.
It was Tuesday, it was hot, and the shelves were almost empty
Crawling through a strange, wild place
I didn't know where it went, but it didn't matter, really. Crawling through this weird, green, leafy tunnel, was the adventure. - The wildness and magic of gardens seen through a child's eyes.
things, in places
three things sit, each in its place, as if arranged, pleasingly matching in size and shape, colour, material, texture, space, tick tick tock. Who did this work??
The same thing as living
Winter in Melbourne brings an occasional day of gloomy weather and with that, sometimes, a gloomy mood that can be debilitating to creativity.
As wide as they are tall
Field notes from a weekend in the country, where this urbanite learns that an 'eco-farm' feels like an old abandoned orchard, apple trees have a don't-care attitude, and sheep are timid creatures.
The first time I came home
The first time I entered a house, I didn't think much of it. I was six weeks old at the time. If I laid down memories of that day, I don't recognise them now.
The door you step through
The door you step through, into the courtyard. The concrete courtyard, still radiating warmth from the sun. The air, thick as it always is, with the slightly too-sweet smell of jasmine.
Blathering About Nothing 