cash...

all in the golden afternoon,

      full leisurely we glide,

for both our oars, with better skill,

     by little arms are piled,

while little hand make vain pretence

     our wandering s to guide.

patterns...

just the usual adventures down beaufort st at night...

daydream...

afternoon walks with my beloved. L found this gem of a dress in a small op-shop and since then she has realised it's the perfect winter dress.

gilded days...

this winter sun, its amazing. everything is tinged with gold.