Three ago, I visited my dad in another state. His housemate was literally dying, but dad just stared at the TV muttering about unpaid rent. I called the ambulance for his emaciated housemate, and within a week had arranged dementia care for Dad. I recognise Trump's vacant stare.

This is Obi Wan. He is my younger son and his fiancee's pup. Watercolour and white gouache.

My latest water painting of a dachshund has kept me entertained through a bout of flu.

My latest water painting is a pardalote on leaves.

I saw this a little late, but it does explain our very positive election result with the right-leaning opposition leader being kicked out of his own seat.

This little gecko has been showering with us for the past week. He's good company, but he doesn't say much.

This is my latest watercolour painting.

We took a drive to Jervis Bay this afternoon. Such pristine beaches! We stood in the water, a large school of tailor swimming in an undulating line between us. By our reckoning, it was 5 minutes before it had completely passed.

My observation is that a lot of people who experience paranormal events in childhood and through their teen years generally have a much higher boggle threshold in adulthood.

Visited Wollongong Botanical Gardens this morning. Hadn't been there in a while!

During the Covid lockdowns, I started painting with water paints. I've kept it going in the hope that one day I will be really good.