Travel by train (2)

When I visit my brother - my "big" bro'- I make tne outward journey from Sydney Central without change, to Gosford. The entire outward journey - walk, bus, train, taxi - takes three hours. The outward journey is via Strathfield, and Hornsby. The return journey is different. I take one train from Gosford to Hornsby, and then change trains to go down the North Shore line rather than the Main Western line. I shop in Chatswood, and then catch the 267 bus home with a 20 minute walk. It is a long day that starts at 6:30 am. The photo shows my connection waiting at the platform at Hornsby, as soon as my train from Gosford pulled in. It takes a while for me to shake off the movement of vehicular travel. Things are still moving, and the ground still swaying for about 10 minutes. And that is even when I bury myself in the single seat on the lower level of the carriage immediately adjacent to the stairs.

Mystic crystal revelations

Each Friday, I spend with my big brother in his aged-care facility. He suffered a stroke last October which took out his left hemisphere, has suffered from schizophrenia since 1981, and has been diagnosed with Wernicke's Psychosis. A faithful product of 'the age of aquarius', his roosters have roosted.

Contemplating the void

Barry, Lake Macquarie

Trying to encourage the right hemisphere to take on some of the tasks of the destroyed left hemisphere.

This blog participates in the Weekend in Black & White meme.

Staring us in the face

Beryl resides in a secure dementia unit, with 22 others. My brother is one of them. He had a stroke last year, which left him with no paralysis, but which severely impacted his cognitve functioning. I will introduce you to two other residents over the weekend.