Yesterday I opened my shutters and saw the most beautiful light firing on the houses across the road. Before my eyes were fully open I took these photos and stumbled, bleary and blinking, to the toilet. By the time I got back it was gloomy and gray; the kind of swift change typical of Melbourne weather. Later sunshine visited again, both from the sky and from the face of my dear old friend Tinuviel who appeared unexpectedly on the tram before me. I love that red-haired girl.
