Continue reading “Painting with Words”There’s always one viewer who can’t stand still long enough to sip in a picture. He’s looking for action and fizz – a heady cocktail of light and sound.
Painting with Words
Moving Through the Trash
Continue reading “Moving Through the Trash”This move came with baggage. Not the boxes of household gear (they were easy to shift), but piles of paper folders holding records of notes from our decade long mission to return to a site twisted and ravaged by earthquakes.
Out of Reach
Continue reading “Out of Reach”She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.
Cheap and Cheerful
Continue reading “Cheap and Cheerful”Second hand clothing may be cheap but my self-worth is now priceless.
A Banana of a Journey
Continue reading “A Banana of a Journey”How can I un-taste what my tongue has sampled … and enjoyed?
Creature Comforts
Continue reading “Creature Comforts”Sara* had come to live with us a few months prior. Arrived on our doorstep, hidden between layers of oversized black clothing, with downcast eyes and nowhere else to go.
So we invited her in.
The Lilac Timetable
Continue reading “The Lilac Timetable”When I woke up Granny had grinned at me from the glass on the washbasin, now her teeth are wedged in a piece of marmalade toast. I know she won’t bite but am wary of this person who a week ago was a relative stranger.
Fishing Village in Vietnam – (and how to choose a fresh fish)
It’s the seagulls that alert me. When there’s a swarm of them close to shore, I know what’s arriving in my home port in Lyttelton, New Zealand. They fight and cackle and I stand at my window watching fishermen off load their catch …
… or I used to.
Winds of Change
Continue reading “Winds of Change”I’ve been here before … a city shut down; daily lives disrupted and uncertainty about the future.
The Lonely Fly
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
Finding the Wood through the Trees
Continue reading “Finding the Wood through the Trees”I’ve inherited my love of gardening from very distant relatives. Assuming I am a ‘rational animal’ that is – because I have my doubts!
