Found a wee bit of frost this morning – yes, it was cold enough to see my breath and feel rather frozen. I liked it!
I’ve been watching a lot of film noir lately – Humphrey Bogart, Robert Mitchum, rain slicked streets and femme fatales. A very young (and tiny!) Marilyn Monroe in a very small part in The Asphalt Jungle from 1950… I have no idea what the connection is between that and this – I just knowContinue reading “Leave Me!”
Wandering along the banks of the Hawea River, on the south island of New Zeland on a foggy winter morning. I always seem to hold my breath in the fog. Not sure why, but I have a sensation that it is somehow ‘alive…’ and I don’t want to consume it – or… I don’t wantContinue reading “Frosty morning by the river”