I went to the NGA for the first time a few weeks ago. I loved it.
Ma loves flowers, and I was going to Canberra anyways, so we went on a little road trip with my Oma and auntie to check out Floriade. I ate scones that were hard as rocks and Ma took photos of Oma in front of every display. Overall I'd say Floriade is crowded, impressive, a bit naff and very pretty.
My friend and I also came to the Heidi. It's the best place to take people who are visiting. Afterwards, she drove home to Canberra and I got lost on the path back to the train station.
My sweet housemate decorated my morning coffee.
These photos are old. The memories are still warm and fuzzy in my heart.
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
This poem moved me today.
I love this house and the people that live in it.
It was a perfect night and then she played one of my favourite songs by my favourite musician ever and I burst into tears and people spontaneously began to sing along and I cried even harder.
Photos with no home.
Forever grateful to this one for telling me I should watch RuPaul's Drag Race.
It was nice to spend hours walking aimlessly around the city with this one.
I think these photos might be the start of a little project...
A lot has changed in our lives since these photos were taken. It was the first time I went to the Heidi and I fell in love with it. It's funny how a day that was so simple in its loveliness can become something much more complex in hindsight.