Stories from the journey home
John Olsen is an Australian artist. Born in Newcastle in the 1920s, he should be well into his nineties by now. Olsen's work, Five Bells, was the first piece of artwork my son recognised and tried to explain to me when we visited the Art Gallery of New South Wales. He was six years old... Continue Reading →
My family. On warm days we would lounge outside on the couch watching television. About another month to go before my husband comes back from his overseas job and we can be together again. Via the Daily Post Photo Challenge #63: Together
I came across the following story at work. A church located somewhere in Sydney's sprawling western suburbs was doing their best to love their community. I wrote their story for our donor newsletter and the local press. I'm sharing the essence of it here because I want to remember it. I want to keep it... Continue Reading →
It is a three year old memory now. This cafe doesn’t exist any more. New owners came in and soon turned it into a chic modern place with white walls and dark grey accents. I’m glad I took the photo. For Debbie's Six Word Saturday
Via the Daily Post Photo Challenge #62: The Sun
I've recently started working with our community service department. For two days a week I support people who have fled conflict and persecution and are struggling with their health and well-being. I've been tasked to set up a community engagement program as part of the role. So far it has involved a lot of research... Continue Reading →
My two favourite subjects. We were waiting for our flight at the Airport. We had spent a wonderful week with my side of the family in Hawaii and were heading back to Sydney. We swam under blue skies and ate good food. We toured Pearl Harbour and shopped at the Ala Moana. Now we were... Continue Reading →
There is a young woman named Rei Iida. She is a 19 year old runner. Rei was competing in a relay marathon in Fukuoka Prefecture in October last year. She was almost at the end of her 3.5 km stretch when she fell and broke her leg. It would have been the end of the... Continue Reading →
Spotted Peter Drew's work plastered on a wall near Chinatown. Nice to see it up there. Even after a few years since his work started going up. Still provoking us to question what it means to be Australian. For Debbie's Six Word Saturday.
🎶 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane I don't know when I'll be back again 🎶 Via the Daily Post Photo Challenge #60: Journey
I went to a combined public school music concert last week. Our son was playing the cello this time. Not the double bass. At the final day of rehearsal, our boy forgot to take his instrument to school. He said he had to sit there and just listen. We were both a little nervous on... Continue Reading →
I was visiting a friend and her newborn son. There was a florist at the hospital. They sold these balloons as well as flowers. Took the shot because they looked cheerful. Was reminded while sad stuff happens at hospitals, a lot of good stuff happens there too. For Debbie's Six Word Saturday!
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