secret: the things, all the things.

Lately:

agoraphobia (but not really, just enjoying holiday mooching & watching tv with aaron)

 

 owls.

 wind through the pines.

beach holiday to moonee for the weekend.

 photographs of tree skeletons at sunset.

homesickness and pow envy.

dressin' up 60s.

a puppy called pepper (photo taken by stu)

christmas- eggnog fudge and a long black

new year's day 2013 at the blue hole, swimming, nearly treading on snakes, rock hopping, stinging nettles... aaron, mitch and pat.

there are plenty more stories. i've started writing every day. soon i'll share these stories here. don't lose faith in me!

#fmsphotoadaynovember 7. reflection

this picture could put me in mind of a thousand words, or it could speak for itself.

hugh, me and stu, in a mirror in a newcastle hotel, reunited in the first time in maybe 18 months. ready to run amuck. i love those boys.

i love how this photo just makes us look so goddamn cool.

#fmsphotoadaynovember 9. small

 

many of the pictures i put on instagram are of drinks. i think photos of drinks are artistic and basically, they're where it's at.

this was a small (#small) cider that hugh poured me at red brick hotel in brisbane. we went there for a hiphop festival, having first the happy opportunity to see friends from whistler who have since moved back to spots all over australia. we drank some things, we ate some things, we caught up. it was quite a nice time.

i guess though, this photo really reminds me of that feeling of excitement you get right before you see good friends you haven't caught up with in a long time, or even just a while. because i'm a little bit uncool this way, i tend to be at places bang on or before the time we'd organised to meet. that night, for instance, i do believe we arrived at 6:28 for a 6:30 meeting. the boys, however, being boys, dragged their pants on and mosey'd on down by maybe 7:15. all of the them separately texted me to ask if it was ok for them to wear thongs to this particular establishment.

my relative earliness meant i got to sip on the above cider, while building up quite the bubble of reunion-based excitement. and i was not disappointed. everyone was happy to see each other, and soon we were all filled full of drinks and pub meals, telling tales of things much more expressively than they actually happened. hugh was there to take away our empty plates and fill up our glasses.

it was a nice time.

#fmsphotoadaynovember 8. something you do every day

no photo for this one: fallen off the instagramwagon a little bit, and in fact the blogging wagon, again. but don't worry & never fear, for i'm on it.

something i do every day is to lament the general lack of interest of my creative brain in stuff and things. i've loved writing blogs here over the past few years, and i just don't seem to be channeling that need to communicate and create, to write things that make me feel less alone in the world. i wonder, is it working full time? is it having my boyfriend here to tell all my things to, whenever i feel the need? i do find joy in works, in that i love to reflect upon the things i know, and the parts of my life, and the spaces all around, where other things might be or have been.

more to the point, something i do every day is to lament my lack of communication with my global family, the loves of my life who are scattered here there and about the place. i've started writing letters, and i think that i can be happy with that as a start. sending little pieces of homemade hand-written love across the world.


this is another thing i do every day: