I discovered this photo of our family home in the forties and early fifties in an architectural thesis. (I’ve lost the reference details.) Most of the images I have show the building in progress. Seeing a reasonable architectural photo is a delight, but I get crotchety when I see the house designation excludes my Mum.
Extract:
Other matters:
I was going to tag the 2025 election result and offer my thoughts. All that needs to be said is I breathed lighter after Saturday night until the other reality seeped in, where I felt helpless watching families killed. World governments are mute or complicit in genocide and ethnic cleansing.
The Final Draft of Catch Him By His Name is done. Culled from 150,000 words to around 110,000. Now the drawings.