I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and have come face-to-face with the old-fashioned-ness at my parents’ house.

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and have come face-to-face with the old-fashioned-ness at my parents’ house.

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … and I miss him like crazy!

I’m a long way from the cold and greyness of Melbourne … but this image takes me back there.

Variation on an iris …

A sunny afternoon, albeit a cold one.
A trip to Port Melbourne.
A shot across three lanes of traffic.

This image speaks of mystery: the rocks close in, the sky darkens, the figure leans in, searching the light.
There is story here: what is he searching for? What is left that he could find? What questions plague him, all these years later?
He searches, then turns and simply walks away.

The roses are dying …

A different view of a flower I posted a few days ago …

I bought these (beautiful) roses last week at the local florist. I thought they looked good with my morning cuppa.

One more flower … because, really, you can never have too many flowers.
