Nov 14, 2019

#norarobertsphotochallenge / Day 5





How many ARTists conceived,
worked and maintain this building?
From the (invisible) ones that laid the first structures 
and (visionary) engineers and architects to the
(invisible) cleaning and maintenance daily crew πŸ‘‹ ARTists πŸ‘‹

Nov 13, 2019

#norarobertsphotochallenge / Day 4









"I don't have hobbies, I have passions."
Nora Roberts




One of my biggest passions is my garden. I specially
like it in the first hours of the morning. On Autumn? I 
can't even... So much beauty and freshness πŸŒ±πŸ’§

Nov 12, 2019

#norarobertsphotochallenge / Day 3






"straight from our own oranges," he told Sam

'Catastrophic' bushfires hit Sydney




“Take cover!” she shouted to her team. “We’re good, Gibbons. Tell them to drop the mud. We’re clear.”
Through the smoke, she watched the retardant plane swing over the ridge, heard the thunder 
of its gates opening to make the drop, and the roar as the thick pink rain streaked down from the sky.



Chasing Fire





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Fires burned out of control in Sydney's north ahead of a wind change on Tuesday night that could send infernos in a completely new direction, spelling disaster for at risk areas.





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“You don’t want to hear about mud.”
“You’re wrong,” she told him as they gathered up the tray,
 the glasses, the wine. “I’m interested.”
“It’s thick pink goo, and burns if it hits your skin.”
“Why pink? It’s kind of girlie.”
He grinned as she got out a skillet. “They add ferric oxide
to make it red, but it looks like pink rain when it’s coming down. 
The color marks the drop area.”



Chasing Fire

Nov 11, 2019

#norarobertsphotochallenge / Day 2






Reading by the fountain...

#norarobertsphotochallenge / Day 1







"Trying to read... Budha won't have any of it"

Nov 9, 2019

#norarobertsphotochallenge






In case you missed it. 

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Nov 7, 2019

Hold Me While You Wait




He said nothing. Tears were clogging his throat. Understanding, she
turned to him. Holding each other, they sat in silence as the sun rose
higher and dried the dew on the tall grass.
"I should never have left you," he murmured.
"We left each other."
"Why?" He tightened his grip. "Why?"
"I've thought about it so many times. I think we couldn't bear to be
happy. That we felt, or I did, that if we could be happy after he was
gone, it would be like dishonoring him. It was wrong."
"Bev." He turned his face into her hair. "Don't go. Please don't go."





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