Walked past an abandoned shop. It didn’t survive the lockdown. Its windows were painted. But someone stuck a picture of a flower on there. Perhaps as a defiant reminder that


Spotted this huge flower on my way back from church. I have no idea what it is, but it was about as big as my face with a beautiful scent.


There were two things that came to me when my grandmother died. One was a sapphire and diamond ring my father bought for her. And the other was a small

Self portrait

“Mum I think it’s the hair that’s making you look old…” my son commented today. “I am getting old. I don’t think it’s the hair that’s making me look old,”

Fading afternoon light

A memory of a far away park on a sunny afternoon. It was just opposite our home in Sydney. An ordinary park with brown dry grass in summer and tall