a slow walk in the garden reveals hidden beauty. Standing still and listening to the breeze in the leaves, the rustle in the grass of a darting water dragon , the ducks on the lake. Looking up to discover two Tawny Frogmouths staring down at me.
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image “ ”