Seems sometimes the places you just can’t get to are the most appealing. And you’ve to wonder what would change if you could. This is an NYC subway station. Day 3 of the NaNoWriMo. A wee bit ahead on the word count. A wee bit confounded at what’s coming out onto the page. I hadContinue reading “no left turn”
Category Archives: Photopo
to the rescue
Another from Karioitahi Beach. Loved these rescue boats perched at the water’s edge, at the ready, ready to speed off with no notice at all. One did while we were there. Day 2 of the novel completed. Still on track.
possibilities for perfection
I invented a new word today. Jeramate. There is a young man in Thailand with that as his first name. And an online football league in Latvia who’ve given their virtual stadium that moniker. Other than it’s mine. I am not quite sure what it means yet. But the colour of this Diwali dancer, synestheticallyContinue reading “possibilities for perfection”
paper flowers
One is never quite ready… the desk is strewn with paper flowers guarded by a stern wooden pig giving me the hairy eyeball. The office is clean. I’m good to go for NaNoWriMo… The sentence begins in the morning…
low tide
Does deceptively safe actually mean deceptively dangerous? I wonder… This footbridge is in Raglan… it had been a gloomy, rainy day and then, out of nowhere, literally – the sun burst through… wow! You didn’t think I was really going to stop, did you??? But Nanowrimo is coming… on the 1st, which arrives here aContinue reading “low tide”
365!
365! A whole year’s worth of images and poetry! I think that warrants a Holy Mackerel, Batman! A Holy Christmas, Mrs Lew! And a wee bit of self-satisfaction. Time for bed!
Have a seat
Beneath the surface It’s going on
Angel
Another from the Christ Church Cemetery in Russell… This just breaks my heart, for a young child. I can imagine her mother coming here and grieving. And then I think that had she not died when she did, she would still be dead now, along with everyone that ever knew her. I don’t know whatContinue reading “Angel”
freedom
It’s meant so many different things over the years, times, places and situations I was in. Different, but still the same…
Hang gliding
When we arrived at Karioitahi Beach the sky was peppered with psychelic silken arches and their black clad cargo, soaring with the grace of eagles. I must try this one day…
