Mosiac
The strong gusts of wind were unyielding, relentlessly tugging at her umbrella and sending her auburn locks whipping around her face. The ribbon that had …
The strong gusts of wind were unyielding, relentlessly tugging at her umbrella and sending her auburn locks whipping around her face. The ribbon that had …
“It’s not a Ford.” “What are you talking about?” “It’s not a Ford.” These are not words I want to hear. We have just struggled …
Salad: Hey! Looking at me? Trying to lose some weight, huh? Me: No. Actually. I’m just – you know, on the road, eaten a lot …
A couple of weeks ago, I visited the Jigokudani Monkey Park, in Nagano, Japan. The park is famous for the Japanese macaque monkeys who live …
A werewolf enjoys the sights and smells of the empty streets of Paris on Christmas morning, whilst looking for its next feed.
I am put in mind of umbrellas because, as I write, there is a Singaporean gentleman wearing a white paper-mask and a long shirt embellished …
I have just returned from my very first trip to France. I am still jet-lagged. I apologise in advance for my difficulties with sentence construction …
We were standing, waiting to be served, at the front counter of a beautiful colonial-style café. The glass shelves beneath the benchtop were filled with …
The lights danced around the auditorium. A riot of colour. These twin traits are the very epitome of Impressionism. Names from my childhood returned to …
Everyone who knows me knows that The State Library in Melbourne is my happy place. Where I went when I ditched school, and where I …