Flying kites sometimes ends in tears

The Australian way

The suburban aesthetic

More joy in Coburg

3 Hour parking

Topsy Turvy

A little bit of green

More frocks

Collette Dinnigan: Unlaced

Pushing on, regardless

No 17

Running

....upside down.

....of standing....

The joy.....

Summer sky

The Blue truck

Stainless Steel

Random

A small pink flag

Connected

Building with concrete

Cosco

Well stacked

Almost time for lunch

Blue skies, gray days

Mum would be pleased

Unread

Everyday

Left overs

Missed by that much

Sitting in a tree

Anzac Day 2015

For those of us spared the terrors of war, to be worthy of our dead,
is to remember them. It is to remember that they died, the men and
women of this community, in their thousands, in faraway lands,
interred in the ground upon which they perished.
It is to remember those who loved them; their fathers and mothers,
wives, children and friends. It is to remember that the pain in the
hearts of those who loved them, who lived after them, never healed;
the promise of their lives together, unfulfilled.
It is to remember that many who returned were also harmed, so that
they and their families continued to suffer. When we wish for peace
it is to remember that the lasting meaning of their suffering – their
warning to those who follow – remains unheeded so long as there
is war.
For while their service has ended – their battlefields covered over
with meadow, field and forest, jungle and desert sand – let us make
of their absence a powerful presence. May we forever hold them
in our minds, and the loved ones they left behind.

David Whish-Wilson

Yearning for the good old days

Pulling the plug

Brunswick green

Inner City Pigsty

Wasteland

The Good Life on hold

The Bandit Bunny

On the beach

The shark proof fence?

The sunbather

Manly bound

Standing still

Another bike, another unoiled chain

The Big Blue Tap

The Little Red Kombi