everyday magic

Sometimes I get so caught up in the workings of day-to-day living I forget things; often which home something is at – we’ve been wondering for a week about the location of an item thinking it was at Taylors Arm but it was right here in the city apartment on a shelf in plain sight.

home turf

Back on home turf after my sister’s wedding life goes on. Vivid Sydney lights up the CBD. Someone paints decorates the railway overpass walls opposite our apartment with painted watermelon slices but within 48 hours someone else cleans it off. Someone goes to the touble of tagging their turf, the wall of the building across the road… … More home turf