A little Present to Myself.. Writing, Writing, Feeling, Thinking, Living, Loving.
The smell did it. No. The idea of the smell. That’s what got me cleaning my MSR stoves. The smell of waking up in the middle of the night to […]
The smell did it. No. The idea of the smell. That’s what got me cleaning my MSR stoves. The smell of waking up in the middle of the night to […]
Death has been on the agenda for quite some time now. Eric’s mum passed on in early October. We got him there just in time to say goodbye, in spite […]
Looking through the TinShed – A nail hole in the sky. It is 7 am and I am standing in a derelict shed facing the “Jung Recreation Reserve” ‘s […]