Been a few days since last posted. But to make up for it tonight you can enjoy a veritable feast of recent sketches. The one above was of me last time i took the train. It can be hard to reference
yourself, you can use reflections i guess, although you can never be 100% sure that it is you looking back.

Hmmm. When you find yourself rewriting a sentence several times, you know its time for a new paragraph, no matter how short the last was. Where was i? Train journeys. The ride home this evening was quite nice. It is rare these days to see a kind act performed by another, especially on a quiet sunday evening in melbourne, aboard and almost empty carriage. So its not surprising a smile broke across my lips and my heart lightened somewhat.It's amazing how one persons small act can affect so many others too, and how even a small thing is uncommon in today's indifferent world.














Although i think perhaps the night air also does something good for me. Strolling along the dim lamp lit streets, amongst the trees dappled by moonlight, the stars just struggling to been seen out in the suburbs. I like the quiet of the night too, how you have room for thoughts, room in which ideas pour forth to fill the void.



End rant.