For Guy Fawkes we decided to brave the cold and drove out to the harbour to get a view of the annual fireworks. It was a serene and nostalgic moment for me. I remember watching these last year parked up on Brooklyn hill, inspired and full of optimism about the little person growing inside me. This time around, little Marley was sound asleep in his car seat and for those ten minutes it felt like the world stopped while the sky filled with colour. There's something truly wondrous about fireworks.Aren't they beautiful?
Posted by Sylvia Holman