Continue reading “Garden Fun and Introspection”That calm was shattered by a million pieces of broken china. I’m nothing but predictable on trips away, and need the addition of excitement on the agenda.
Garden Fun and Introspection
Companion Planting With Mrs B
Continue reading “Companion Planting With Mrs B”We’re an unusual duo who share the same garden to plate principles, though I have to ignore her appalling table manners. She pokes and picks away at her food, leaving debris everywhere and gets hopping mad if I interrupt her dining. I’m learning to keep this behaviour from ruffling my feathers while graciously cleaning up after her.
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?
New Urban Edible Garden – review
Continue reading “New Urban Edible Garden – review”It’s the ‘feel’ of my established garden that I dream about. I want her to nourish bodies with food; soothe souls with pretty and fill minds with wonder.
Rebuilding the Road to Ourselves
Recall by recall we re-built the road to ourselves.
Memory by memory re-constructed a home.
Transparency – notes on a photo-project
Continue reading “Transparency – notes on a photo-project”I fought with the notion of seeing my ageing parents as a ‘project’. It seemed unethical, callous even, and preserving their dignity is a priority to me.
Uncomfortable Stories
How do you explain the horrendous to ears that don’t want to hear? You write it, make pictures of it, sing it, dance it – use all devices to connect with the emotions – to tell the stories in different ways.
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Street Photography BC
Continue reading “Street Photography BC”During lockdown I’ve had plenty of time to trawl through my street photos. But with some of them I now instinctively flinch and pull myself away from the subjects.
