I laugh at the way some people think graffiti is all selfish tagging and vandalism. Thoughtful street art is like good fiction – it speaks out on behalf of everyone, for us all to see --Carla H. Krueger Location:Balmain. Sydney Australia.
Today I ventured up the Parramatta river on the 'Rivercat'. Deisel drone sine wave swell cannot stay AWAKE. (missed my stop. nevermind.) It was an overcast afternoon. Out on deck the crisp river breeze was a welcome tonic to the recent sweaty days. The views flowed from river urban to mangrove to struggling eucalyptus forest … Continue reading Rivercat.
Drove 1.5 hours west to visit the Blue Mountains. A storm front washed through last night and so we went up into the clouds. The road wound through dense puffs of cotton and visibility was poor. Scenic views became white imaginations. It was unexpectedly cold up there (and me in cotton shirt, stupid shorts and … Continue reading Mountains.
Big old lug of a bear dog. Gentle longfaced giant tagged with Grace. Our slow padding first-thing walks down to the jetty (she could drag me out to sea if she wanted) and back Breakfast all slopping then crunching then dripping from her ink brush moustache painting water-Morse trails through the house. Arthritis snags her … Continue reading Dog sitting.
There is this saying that everyone dies twice. The first time is when your physical body dies. The second time, is when your name is mentioned for the very last time. I sort of get the same feeling about my own retirement from nursing. A little death of sorts to be sure as any retired … Continue reading Goodbye NursePath.com.
The realisation came in the shower. It was immediate and clear. I had just advanced to the next level. I was hot, my legs buzzed with that sweet post-run burn of satisfaction. Sticky sweat trickled down my back and my feet begged to be released from their furnace encapsulating shoes. Trail running is new to … Continue reading Trail running. The next level.
