Not to mention this wonderful piece of street art nearby where I work... I often spend an afternoon break standing across the road from it wondering who made it, and why... It inspires in me an indescribable sense of sadness, and I wonder if the artist was sad when he/she created it.
This is my dog. Well, she's my family's dog really. She lives with my parents, because they have space for her... not that she utilises much space. As you can see by all the grey, she's getting on a bit in years and isn't as active as once she was. But she's still my gorgeous puppy! Sook that she is. I didn't get a photo my my cat, unfortunately. She's old and sulky too!
This picture, sadly, displays the extent of the drought in country Victoria. That creek once lapped at the trunk of those trees, now you can walk across the creek bed in places without getting a toe damp.