also, a not sunny day. just a day of stacking firewood. wonkily. home alone and a bit stir crazy. there are toadstools in many shades of brown. grevilleas, hakeas, pro
tea, correa, wattles and darwinia all flowering abundantly. birds pipping peeping singing flitting whistling. it's the end of
autumn and a last flush of growth before we dip down into the darker colder months of winter. i've been thinking about the trajectory across life of experience into knowledge and thus sedimentary layering up of memories and how this mindmatter folds and deforms, slumps, erodes, preserves random fossils and sometimes metamorphoses... thinking about my nana's mind slipping and sliding now at 98... read rohinton mistry's family matters yesterday and watched after the deluge, both stories revolving round a patriarch's decline and death. just thinking about how short a life is, even a 'long' one, and pondering what next to aspire to do with mine... so, seeing as i've thought for a while of trying a blogging life, here is blog#1 (with pix pulled off the desktop of HOME, aspex thereof, a bit @random...)
