The deep red cherries are almost black. They are suspended in tiny clusters by small stalks defying gravity through conical dimples. Advertisements
A slight haze rises from the concrete path and a small trickle of water lazes its way down a culvert, failing to alleviate the heat. Two white chairs are abandoned in front of an open door, with not a person … Continue reading
The ashen bricks making up this wall are held in place by each other, with a total absence of mortar. One or two are tinted with terracotta and scattered at random through the layers. Slats of wood sheltering the steps … Continue reading
There is the smell of cool dampness here, and the odour of rotting wood. Bracketed against the mossy trunk are steps of fungi, rich with their musty reminder of neglect. This is a place not often frequented.
The strand is populated by scattered groups of birds. There are sixteen oyster catchers along the strand close to where I am sitting, each sporting a long bright red beak. I count them noting only twenty nine legs visible as … Continue reading
The Moreton Bay fig has been dropping its fruit onto the picnic table, leaving a scattering of small brown husks and a spray of golden seeds in a smear of maroon flesh. As another one drops, the noise from the … Continue reading