light morning rain...

light morning rain
old man
seated hunched
on a street bench
without an umbrella#tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) February 18, 2022

precious pram...

cold grey morning
old man in a puffer coat
slowly pushes
a precious pram
while smiling #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) September 25, 2021

old man and a dog...

I seem to be seeking sensitive, 'sadly-positive' moments tonight...
Somehow, they are reassuring me that humanity still has a heart and a soul and a will to just keep going...
The image speaks on many levels...
Beautiful... https://t.co/O9ikazxLWc

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) September 1, 2021

Saturday morning colours...

Saturday morning colours
outside the shops
two old guys
in feathered hats
singing their old songs #tanka

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) May 8, 2021

sunny Spring Saturday afternoon...

I received a couple of visitors this afternoon in the Dromana Hills...They seem to be enjoying my unmowed grass... pic.twitter.com/yDyROn15xe

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 5, 2020

Not too far from the ducks was a lone mudlark...who seemed to be happy in his own little world... pic.twitter.com/RCjo3yEgpq

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 5, 2020

Meanwhile, my neighbour appeared on his shed roof...Not quite sure what he was doing...He seemed to be preparing for a boxing match with that tall pipe...He wasn't there long before he wandered back to his ladder... pic.twitter.com/vSu1Q8OQkY

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 5, 2020

grumpy old neighbour...

grumpy
old neighbour
reserves
his child's voice
for his dogs #tanka pic.twitter.com/YTFyXEsLam

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 15, 2020

a real Anzac Day story...

Anzac Day 2020 - dawn light over the front balcony of my grandson's townhouse in Wollongong...


When my daughter sent me the above image from her son's home,
she told me that she forgot to tell me the following story (related to the last post here)...

When we stood out the front, an old fella across the road stood quietly with his candle.
He had medals on his jacket.

We could hear two trumpets playing the Last Post.
One was from in the centre of town, which was clear.
Then a neighbour, a few streets away to our right, played a rusty rendition of the same.

A number of families did the same as us in town.

I was so glad we were standing with our candles when the old fella came out.
We faced him holding our candles
without a word...