April might have been the cruelest month for TS Eliot, but I love autumn, after the sub-tropical El Nino summers we get now.
Autumn, I salute you and your leaves turning red and gold.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Autumns
April might have been the cruelest month for TS Eliot, but I love autumn, after the sub-tropical El Nino summers we get now.
Autumn, I salute you and your leaves turning red and gold.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Noosa Dreamings Pt1
Zombie -like at dawn, I grapple with the realisation that I am not made for late midnights.
Yet, the beautifully crafted film The Book Thief on free-to-air was worth it.
Dreamed of surfing with somebody famous, maybe Mick Fanning, but he agreed the waves were too dumpy. Then I caught beauty and finished beside Aunty Norma (RIP) and her daughter J. Woke up at 945am, a new record of sorts.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
I'm sitting in the kitchen chewing my breakfast cereal. Chewing over the last couple of weeks where "work" has overtaken ... -
Happy 40th Birthday to all these albums. (And thank God for good music and good friends.)