The dubious joys of a Canberra winter.

A poem (not very good). Because you could not make up this stuff.

The answer is not always blowing in the wind. Sometimes it's just a storm.

To honour the memory of Sue Salthouse, advocate, leader and mentor to many people.

Cuppa tea and some (IKEA) biscuits with Spike Deane. Nuff said.

Talk Radio with the local ABC

The hero's journey ... Or not. And not quite Dante either. But, you know, IKEA on a Saturday?

“Life is too short for self-hatred and celery sticks.” Marilyn Wann

"People learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart" Mandela

Driving Ms. Deane

Pausing for a break from writing (not working).

We had one of these waiting at our front door when I reached home. I'm not entirely sure it's altogether well ... poor wee thing. In fact...

After a long day at the office, Dougie tweets away at the universe. Meanwhile, it's gone out for dinner to a good Indian erestaurant.

If we do not learn from the past and act consciously to move forward progressively to a better future, we risk repeating our mistakes.

Thistle The Cat sleeps soundly. I was in the mood for the bleakness of 20th Century Modernism. Go figure.

The last day in this office. I am not sad to leave and will never look back.

Anyone who wins the best dressed man at the Galway Races, -- without knowing that's 'a thing' -- undeniably has sprawl.

Remember when you were young / You shone like the sun ... and other fairy tales.

Wash. The. Car.

Sunday shopping in the suburban capital of the universe is not one of life's hardships.