Flip Flops Fu Xing Park
An ancient woman expectorated towards my jumping giggling flip-flops. More tales were to be told in Fu Xing Park.
We are creative, We are old, We are sods. Cos.
An ancient woman expectorated towards my jumping giggling flip-flops. More tales were to be told in Fu Xing Park.
Loneliness in an ever busier world, where the frantic desperation of keeping connected, is prized over calm solitude.
Love, friendship, enjoyment and the caring support of partners, good friends and neighbours.
I – Fresh hope and new growth.
II – A change of weather can greatly alter perception of the same scene.
My journey along the Way, difficulties I faced and ideas that helped.
Primary forces of nature in all their sensational splendour.
Birthday customs and a candle-lit chocolate cake.
Memories of the early death of my mum and more recent losses of friends.