"Do you want to go back?" he asks me one summer afternoon. We were strolling through a park at the time. I knew my husband wasn't asking about returning to our flat. Back to our teenage son who passed on a walk with his parents. "I could stay here a long time. It's completely up... Continue Reading →
And with a wave from her balcony from Buckingham Palace, Her Majesty, the Queen drew an epic four day Platinum Jubilee celebration to a close. https://youtu.be/NUXEGQKeY7Y It was a fantastic time to celebrate all things British. The buntings were out from Covent Garden… … to Chinatown! There were street parties, strawberries and cucumber sandwiches. And... Continue Reading →
I shared this image on this blog in 2018 under the title Beloved. But the image is much older than that. It was taken back when Instagram still had borders. It's an image of my husband and son. Taken one perfectly ordinary evening. We were walking to an ice cream store near our home to... Continue Reading →
Ordinary. My ideal day looks like any other ordinary day. Preferably a Saturday. Back in Australia it started with a sunrise walk by the beach with friends. They did it for exercise. I really did it for the amazing light, their company and the açai bowl waiting for me at the end. We talk and... Continue Reading →
Balmoral Beach, 2015 It was just another normal Sydney day. Warm sun. People relaxing on the sand. Kids playing in the water. For the old Daily Post Photo Challenge July 25, 2014
It’s a memory of a beautiful beach back in Sydney. Back when I went for sunrise walks. I have a soft spot for sunrises. You’ve lived to see another day, you see. A new day brings hope. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
These also flower when jacarandas bloom. Found mainly along the east coast of Australia, they say these trees have an ancient history. If I remember correctly, this one was blooming on a busy road in Chatswood, Sydney. For Becky’s Tree squares this month.
We used to take them for granted. They were everywhere. Now I sometimes miss these trees. For Becky’s Tree Squares this month.
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 gum trees around its borders. It was the first park my son knew. We had birthday parties and play dates with friends there. For Becky’s... Continue Reading →
It was an exhibition I took my son to in 2016. He would have been about 10 years old. The artist was Tatsuo Miyajima. The tiny flashing numbers are supposed to signify the passing of time. They express the Buddhist idea of death and rebirth as the numbers hit zero before starting again. Our son... Continue Reading →