I got off the bus at the Springwood Bus Station and this lovely native was under the seat watching everyone walk past. Sitting next to him was a man who was listening to his iPod; oblivious to his presence.
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
At any time of year, we get these guys wondering around the bus stops; but only where there's water. And there's there's water at this bus station in the gully behind the seats where the storm water drains are.
January 23rd, 2010
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