Knotted and scarred.
Rooted deeply but ever reaching.
Belonging, as a tree does.
University of WA puddle
go there
If puddles were portals, where would you go?
extraordinary
I walk here so often, that it does run the risk of feeling ho-hum, or even, dare I say it, ordinary. When I feel this, it’s time to bring my camera. It’s time to notice.