the work of preschool genius
Lots of things can happen in a month…
I took photos of the beach and didn’t realise someone (most probably a very little someone who likes taking photos with my camera) had smudged the lens.
The result? What I expected to be an ordinary seaside shot turned out to be something special.
Pope John Paul II went to have a long lunch with Princess Diana and Mother Teresa. Pope Benedict XVI has been elected and some folk are disappointed that there won’t be any dramatic changes to the Catholic Church’s view on most things. In a world of unrest the majority stick with what they know, don’t they? Ask Johnny.
We sympathize with Australian daughter Shapelle, who is about to face harsh justice or injustice depending on whether or not she was indeed guilty of trafficking drugs.
We care about Australian son Douglas Wood but if I didn’t mention his surname you might say Douglas who? Where is he now? He ventured out of Australia to make money so suddenly he’s not as much of an Australian son?
In the meantime we leave a little Australian son in crèche one day and send his Mummy far away.
So many more stories in one month but they blur together and we focus on one or two that stand out for some reason.
In some ways I prefer the blurred picture because the raw reality is so hard to stand beside.
I took photos of the beach and didn’t realise someone (most probably a very little someone who likes taking photos with my camera) had smudged the lens.
The result? What I expected to be an ordinary seaside shot turned out to be something special.
Pope John Paul II went to have a long lunch with Princess Diana and Mother Teresa. Pope Benedict XVI has been elected and some folk are disappointed that there won’t be any dramatic changes to the Catholic Church’s view on most things. In a world of unrest the majority stick with what they know, don’t they? Ask Johnny.
We sympathize with Australian daughter Shapelle, who is about to face harsh justice or injustice depending on whether or not she was indeed guilty of trafficking drugs.
We care about Australian son Douglas Wood but if I didn’t mention his surname you might say Douglas who? Where is he now? He ventured out of Australia to make money so suddenly he’s not as much of an Australian son?
In the meantime we leave a little Australian son in crèche one day and send his Mummy far away.
So many more stories in one month but they blur together and we focus on one or two that stand out for some reason.
In some ways I prefer the blurred picture because the raw reality is so hard to stand beside.
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