GOING HOME



The end of a beautiful day.

Especially for Vicky, and all the others that have gone to help the sun to shine brighter for us.

How lucky we are.

AUGMENTATION?

LET ME HEAR YOUR BODY TALK, YOUR BODY TALK

ICE ICE BABY




'Ice' aka 'crystal', a methamphetamine, is increasingly becoming a problem here. You can spot the addicts a mile off. They have been awake for days usually. There was a doco on ice abuse on TV here a while back. The woman in this image was featured. The pictures of her are 'before ice' and 'after ice' shots. I noticed the sticker on a fire exit and wondered why someone had decdided to make the sticker and stick it there. A question I often ask myself. Why?

(I thought you might benefit from knowing this rather than me just posting the image)

NICE ICE BABY
(also titled 'One More Icecream Will Do You No Arm')

FIVE YEARS



I want to run across the park and by the tall hedge, stopping to pick sour gooseberries that make my little toes curl as I giggle. I want to smell the wildflowers as I stand at the old gate watching the horses watching me. I want to run to the copse of hazelnut and conker. I want to inspect my kingdom of butterfly and bee.

I want to hear you call me home for tea.

I SEE ME AS OTHER PEOPLE SEE ME