[Monday 12th December]
Grandmother’s funeral. What can we say more than that? A special lady that we won’t forget.
So this photo is called ‘Contemplations’. There’s a whole series like it. It’s me staring out the window at the scenery changing as we drove back to Canberra from Melbourne. Life, death, me, everyone else. The sun, the stars, the moon, the paddocks, clouds, sky, trees, fences. And what it means. A brain on overload churning and processing and regurgitating. A good night’s sleep should hit the reset button and we’ll be up and at ’em tomorrow. But for now…thoughts swirling, mind occupied.