Temptation

I know I was damned curious. Just what was down there they didn’t want me to see? Didn’t want me to know about? Maybe thought I was going to steal it from them just because I knew it was there… I wonder…

Lookouts

It’s been at least a month since I posted an image of a monkey – way past due… I love the determined and utterly serious faces of these two cotton top tamarin monkeys on the watch…

Fresh or…

This berry is actually growing in a home garden. When it is fully ripe, it will be sweet, juicy and sun warmed. Mmm I can almost taste it now… It’s not as bad in NZ as in a lot of places – there is no commercially grown GE food produced here – but farmers here,

Project work

I think we’ve all got these laying around, stuff we’d really like to do ‘when we have the time.’ And of course, it’s not that we don’t really have the time – we could use the time we spend watching TV or playing videogames or reading blogs to do them – but my theory is

Give a fig

Oh yeah… when mother nature puts on a show! Of course I tweaked the contrast and upped the saturation to to really bring out the glorious detail of this fig in bloom… I have never seen such a gorgeous specimen! And it’s growing on the fig tree in my daughter’s garden… Just splendid!

Crane fly

I used to think these guys were giant mosquitoes… You know – they are large, rather like Daddy Long Legs. But they fly at night, snagging mozzies as they go. This one was clinging to my bedroom wall for hours yesterday – keeping my husband company as he went about his business. He was gone

Carnie II

Yes, you know it’s true… never, ever in my definitely NOT misspent youth, did I stand beside some hunky dude willing to blow all his hard-earned cash shooting tin cans to win me a large stuffed anything. That girl had skinny legs and short shorts and wore a bikini top, instead of a blouse. And

Carnie

Wonder what it was about those carnie guys… from here, they look like boozing, womanising, low-life losers – the kind you’d cry your eyes out if your daughter ever took up with one. Back when I was fifteen, they were the next best thing to a rock star – and just as interested in me…

Hansel & Gretel

There’s a thing or two I’ve always found a bit fishy with that tale. I’m pretty sure the Grimms were biased… could Hansel and Gretel still been angelic little darlings if they had run off on their own? But I think it’s fairly likely. What would you do if you were eight years old and

Missionary man

Just don’t do it.