6 December 2012
25 November 2012
The first scorching day of the season (+35 degrees). Dragging our tired bodies down the road for a typical summer barbie to share some neighbourly love and food. The women inside prepared some elaborate vegetarian dishes: nut and olive dip, Lebanese rice and noodles, cos lettuce and purple cabbage garnished with mint leaves. The men raucously conversed around the barbecue with a stubby in hand. And I fed carrots to the smooth-nosed brown horse, still damp from a fastidious wash. Taught an adult trapped in a 4-year-olds body how to use an DSLR.
|pregnant past tomboy, Emma. the almost dusk light contrasted against her skin and the leaves behind her deliciously but unfortunately she'd no desire to be a model.|
17 November 2012
Harry's home in the middle of the street.
A suburban street whose wooden light beams have been painted with sunflowers and multicoloured fish, and sincere proclamations of a heavy metal household - in pink and black texta. This is the kindest sharehouse I've ever been to, probably because the people who live in it are sweet and generous. Plants too, strawberries are at their sweetest... The mandarin tree just finished fruiting, the lemon tree always offering. Nectarines, apricots and plums are still green and purple. An olive tree shakes off excess dark aubergine olives which rot on the grass. I have to tell my beautiful friend to place a sign at a local cafe so the rest of the olives don't go to waste.
naggie shompy burns from someone's room, which complement waves of someone's eye-closed bedroom guitar trance.