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Why not?

Yeah, I do take a lot of impressionist style photos – it’s my favourite school of painting, so it sort of follows. Some of them turn out well, some I’m not so sure about. These are (or were) roses… but they don’t really give the impression of roses on the bush, more like roses exploding. And well, you know how it goes, one thing turns to another and I sometimes fear I’m the only one it makes sense to. But I could be wrong. It’s the beginning of a theory, sort of like the theory of a theory, or a potluck shot into infinity. It’s all out there. You’ve gotta hit something. And… face it, whatever gets hit, no matter how random – it’s going to be amazing!

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2017 – year 9 for Titirangi Storyteller

Yeah, yeah, I keep promising to be better, but it just doesn't happen... I seem to have been so busy with my ever expanding business, which is primarily managing other people's social media, I've truly neglected my own. And it's just easier to post on Facebook, though strangely, it's not as personal as posting here. I will endeavour to be better. And make the time to post here, cos I'm never going to just have the time. VMcP

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Short fiction

These days it's all about the Photopo, but I also write fiction. You can find some of my short stories here.

Photopo

My picture poems! One of my favourite projects ever.
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Miscellania

If I were an island, I should lay in wait until a kind bird came and sat upon me to keep me company. And if a shipwrecked sailor drifted upon my shore I would be in heaven.

Do you feel like an island? Or like a sailor? Maybe it depends on the day or the time of day or the island or the sailor. I'd rather be a bird. Would I rather sit on the island? Or on the sailor sitting on the island? And what of the water? Surely the water would want to have a say in all of this. The water would probably insist.

Appease the water, bird, island and sailor, dazzle it with trinkets and pretty words.