I can watch, and hope, and pray that you like this daydream.
That I made just for you, handsome.

he's a newbie. i'm still trying to think of a name. i'm considering my mum's suggestion:
Moulin, parce qu'il est rouge.

upon the ground, all cradled in grass.

ANZAC Sunday.

i've been so so neglectful to my camera and i swear from here on in to post at least once a week.
i'm sad i have no photos to show for all that's been happening. this, though. is one of the things that has kept me so occupied - 2 am car trips to mount cooper to stare at the city and shiver in the cold.

Why are our days numbered ... and not .. say, lettered?

we saw the sun for the first time in weeks and we revelled in it. our sickness grew but it wasn't important. computer games and soccer balls and lots and lots of uncoordination. and sun. that was our day. that was a good day.

LONDON, DAY FOUR

White Christmas

Well, it was close enough anyway. It felt cold enough to be a white christmas. There was a majore treffic jam on the island (quite rare, you see), as everyone tried to get to the morning mass for christmas. it was adorable though, the sense of community was lovely =)

the lighthouse