The long stretch of sand, as far as one can see…silent, alone…a land far from one’s birth. It is 6 am on a normal Hua Hin [...]
August 20, 2016
It was Springvale. Most Victorians know of it. My paternal grandparents are in a wall, interred ashes in the 1970’s… In 1989, in [...]
August 11, 2016
Fabric, deeply embedded, my father spent his life with fabric, mostly wool..he had a great disdain for Denim, never understood it, especially in [...]
August 9, 2016
Dark streets flicker with interior lights.. Stillness, a calm, devoid of any frenzy…urban cacophony at a low, the Day of Rest..
August 7, 2016