Not too long ago, many many cats lived here…
And being kind could mean carving out that bit of quiet and solitude, that time to walk at a slower pace, that ability to explore in some degree of aimlessness… Especially when you know you need it.
About 3 weeks ago, when I was still enjoying the period of siesta in between jobs, I opened the drawer one day to find this forgotten camera.
Haru the Harinezumi. Not used since 2015! Or thereabouts. Battery had totally died, and I had to get a new one.
Spent a part of the day at the Botanic Gardens, playing with light, shadows, and the marco mode.
Seems like going back to the simple, raw stuff could really enable us to see things differently.
The only reason why I would go to this bus-forsaken place in Penrith was to get the X-Ray of the foot done. While hobbling back to the bus stop, which would have taken a normal-foot person about 10 minutes (and me thrice that time), I realised why the lack of bus stops – the whole street was full of car workshops, repair shops and petrol kiosks.
My poor feet.
Haru made the treacherous journey feel a little better, though.
After living here for about 4 months, it was nice to walk along the streets of Penrith as a tourist and view it from a different perspective.
Cat from home.
The little things that can trigger nostalgia.