
encouragement and kinship; life’s gifts
passing; mortality’s reminder
laughter foretime, subsequent silence
heart-strung connections, now memories
warm reminiscing; cold light of day
encouragement and kinship; life’s gifts
passing; mortality’s reminder
laughter foretime, subsequent silence
heart-strung connections, now memories
warm reminiscing; cold light of day
Usually six stacked shadows precede my path on the final leg of my journey home.
Last night, the path was dimly lit. Filtered light finding it’s way through surrounding vegetation on the boundary of the adjacent Fort Street High School.
The apex of the bridge provided two spotlights; nowhere near enough to light the serpentine structure.
The crossing over the Parramatta Road is usually well illuminated from six floodlights mounted high up on the side of the orange Kennards Self Storage building.
Is this a sign?
When memories stir,
Confused feelings occur.
Of a time gone by;
Thoughts of emotions, running high.
Attached to people and things:
Two chairs; a desk; a book of secrets sings;
Remonstrations falling on deaf ears.
The screams inside that nobody hears,
Due to naivety, self delusion and grief.
Nothing seems to bring relief,
A spiralling descent away from light.
No energy to fight nor for flight.
Time and life have healed the blight.
Knowing and accepting myself, day and night,
And my partner’s love and support,
During battles waged and darkness fought.
I agree that in the main, less is more; I have cropped this image a little. I didn’t want to lose: the sources of coloured light; the mixing of the colours; the effect of light on the pressed metal ceiling, the person providing scale; and the red chair at the top of the stairs.
This bar is in one of our favourites in Leichhardt, Australia, Aperitivo, bar, restaurant, pizzeria.
This is a glimpse of the morning sun pouring through stained glass in the door that goes to the front garden. The light is diffused as it passes through a curtain decorated with appliquéd leaves in shades of green. Combined with the wall colour, candle sticks and Cirque du Soleil painting; a warming church-like scene.
I find the term ‘drawing-room’ a trifle pretentious, however after dinner we do withdraw to this east facing, cheerful, cosy and comfortable place.