A building consumed by the natural world; the slow seep of green across windows, flowing out into the street.

Baby magpie has crash landed in the backyard and parents are closely guarding. Fear I may never leave my house again

Just spent money from a recent short story sale on spring bulbs.
It's gonna be a nice reminder when they bloom 🌷

A moody sunset on the Murray river. The riverbank, littered with fenceposts and broken bricks, still tells stories of the last flood.

Just squeaking in before the end of the year, my short story 'Light a Candle' was published in Midnight Echo 19:

'On a lonely stretch of beach, two brothers bid farewell to the last bonfire night, only to discover what really happens when you play with fire...'

Post you from a different era

Jacaranda season - for a few brief weeks, the streets are awash with lilac blooms

Spring garden treasures ❤