A pretty one today that was taken near a small country town called Tilba Tilba. Its about 5 hours south of Sydney. House near Tilba Tilba
Art Patrons
You like to think that your work is still sitting on a wall somewhere and not in a thrift store gathering dust. Let's be realistic. It's only a matter of time before your artwork doesn't fit with what interior design decides is trendy. I remember when my blue period went south years ago and I … Continue reading Art Patrons
Mornings rituals
The sun meets the harbour bright and white. I cover my eyes squinting through the rays to watch the tug boat docking by the boardwalk. "Good morning" calls out the captain as he leans out from the wheelhouse. "A bit nippy". Lady Norman tug I smile up from my scooter vigorously rubbing my hands together. … Continue reading Mornings rituals
Hiatus Photography – Everything is fine when you have cheese and wine
So annoying when people change the goal posts without making others aware of it. Thank goodness there is still good wine and cheese to help us through. For those of you going to this polls this weekend in Australia please check out your senate choices and scratch you heads. Scratch your heads as you endeavour … Continue reading Hiatus Photography – Everything is fine when you have cheese and wine
Small Business Unravelling
Where were you when my heart skipped a beat? I'm in the depths of despair. Did you stir the cauldron? My bitter heart lashes out at an unforgiving community...but not you. Who will send hope yet not ingratiate themselves upon my desperation. I'm boxed in at every turn. My world unravelling. I call out for … Continue reading Small Business Unravelling
Hiatus Photography – Squeaky Clean
Squeaky Clean - Dee Grant - 2022 Love this pic. It was taken on the outside of a dumpling bar that we were buying dumplings from in Chinatown today. The man is right in the moment. I almost want to hire him for our balcony doors. He does an amazing job!
Target Practice
"Don't move”. You could tell William was terrified. He could hear the gun being cocked as the man spoke those ominous words. He stood stock still. Sweat started beading profusely on his brow and dripping in long serpentine rivulets down his face. "Should I run"? Will figured he was dead meat if he did. "Was … Continue reading Target Practice
Dezzies Place 