My mother deserted me when I was two-years-old and my sister four-years-old. Our father dumped us in an Anglican children’s home to be cared for. We never set eyes on either of them again. The home was full of hatred, bloodshed, physical, sexual and psychological abuse. I survived in that hell-home for 14 years, my sister for eight before she was adopted by a family of misfits and drunks. Although my sister still suffers deeply (and at times I do), I have had a wonderful, fulfilled and exciting life. Anyway, to all the beautiful and loving mothers, especially my dear sister and my dear darling daughter, Elouise, enjoy your day and keep on loving and hoping for a better life for every child in the world. Hooray, here is a flower for the mothers everywhere. (Gold Coast Australia).
As it is was the day of silence in Bali, Indonesia, yesterday, everyone had stay within their homes, hotels or compounds. While doing that I checked out the front garden and spotted this very tiny gecko. No sooner had I shot two frames it retreated into the leaf shell. That must be the gecko’s home. Hooray.
As I am still suffering from Gold Coast belly, I haven’t really got into the nitty-gritty of Bali in Indonesia. However, today I heard a loud buzzing in my ears. I shook my head like a crazed monkey, looked up to the clear blue sky and spotted the biggest bumble bee I have ever encountered. The bastard wouldn’t keep still – it wouldn’t land, but I managed to snap a picture before I snapped my neck.