Thursday evening, time to rest from the struggles and strains of the day. A position of relaxation or exhaustion? You can never really tell from his facial expression.
Faithfully, annually, midway through the second week of December, he emerges from his glittery hibernation. To be dusted off, plumped up and positioned on a shelf.
A gift from Angela, dinner-lady-cook, over two decades ago, I wonder how she fares. In the land of Brexiteers and discontent, I often wonder how many former colleagues fare.
I have been walking past the most glorious yellow flowering trees for the last few weeks.
ANZAC Square, Brisbane.
We often pass this house, on our walks with Stan. According to 
I particularly like the window hoods along the side of the building.
Nature in action, Grosvenor Street, Balmoral, Brisbane. The orange and green of these bird of paradise flowers show how well seconday colours compliment each other.
The deep blue water of Moreton Bay at sunset. It appears to rise up above the level of Walnut Street, Wynnum, Brisbane.
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