This photo represents the epitome of suburban life. To me it captures the isolation, the solitude, the darkness. This house and the one in the background both show what suburban life in a big city has become. The fear of the outside world, that someone, a criminal, might invade their space. So they board up their windows and lock their doors. Not even letting the light get in!Continue reading “Suburban Life”
My Tiny Home
So the concept design is done!! This is what Matt at Enduring Domain has come up with. It’s not what I had in mind. I was thinking something a little more rustic or perhaps gothic. A church style place with exposed timbers, maybe a few cobwebs. One big room with a mezzanine floor at one end. Something simple and organic.
The first thing I said to Matt when I saw the ideas was
There’s to many walls!
These are the people of the Otway ranges and the surrounding coast. They care about the environment, they care about the forest. The Otway ranges and the beautiful coastline has a deep meaning to the people here. This is the kind of place where you walk in to someone’s house and find candles and crystals on the shelf. The people here are a little spiritual, they’re a little green. The people here are my people. Continue reading “These Are My People”
So this concludes chapter one. the first chapter of a new book, the next in a long story. The old one is finished and a new story begins. One without the heart ache and pain. Continue reading “Beginning a New Story”
Sitting in a café with my beautiful daughter this afternoon, I spotted these acorns calling out to me. They needed a home, calling out to be planted, to be given a chance to be something great. So I put them in my pocket and took them home. Rather than letting them decompose slowly in a café garden bed. One of these little acorns will be given a new chance at life, just like its new companion and carer. Continue reading “Planting My Roots”
Taking the train back was like a slow ride back into reality.
Bringing back all the things I didn’t get a chance to deal with before I left. Like the bike parts I’d been carrying. I’ve been carrying bike parts around for over 600Km. Bits that needed to go on the bike. I’ve also been carrying a folder of paperwork that I hadn’t dealt with yet. Too preoccupied with travelling, getting away from the reality that surrounded me back home.