The water pours over the rocks like tears.
It’s been that kind of day.

The water pours over the rocks like tears.
It’s been that kind of day.

This image captures my mood perfectly: jittery, scratchy, edgy, unsettled, unbearable, uncomfortable.

Let’s hope tomorrow brings a sense of calm.
I am, once again, a long way from the cold that is Melbourne in the winter … but the cane fires remind me that it is winter here too.

Just when you think the clouds are lifting, you turn around and notice that there’s another storm on the way.

Life is like an unfamiliar road that twists and turns through valleys and over creeks and along the sides of mountains. It can be exhilarating, but sometimes a nice straight stretch or a gentle curve can be good for the soul.

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … but the sun is setting on my time up here.

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … but this produce calls Lygon St to mind.

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and Lela’s tomatoes brighten my day.

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … but this winter’s afternoon was a great time to catch some waves.

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and a volleyball game on the beach was a good way to spend a winter afternoon.
