This Is Canberra

There was an autumn fog. The ABC clock read 8.38 am and 10 degrees. The navigator chick instructed us to turn right onto Limestone Avenue. The old parliment house was a mirror reflecting the sun and as we passed on Fairburn Ave the same sun lit spiders webs that had been spun and hidden through the night. Most importantly, I had returned to Lyneham to rephotograph images accidentally deleted yesterday. I am really glad they had been, or i would have missed this morning moment (and last nights paste ups).