144 – Broken angels
We’re all broken angels. Everyday we try to do a little better, or maybe just hang in there, and everyday a little more chips away. …
We’re all broken angels. Everyday we try to do a little better, or maybe just hang in there, and everyday a little more chips away. …
Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances … The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, …
One of the great things about Wellington is the way the harbour is such a part of the landscape. Townscape. Those of us who work …
People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something …
I couldn’t believe it! Pawpaws – growing in Wellington! Unbelievable! I love pawpaws – the yellow skinned, honey-gold fleshed fruit; the toothy leathery leaves, the …
Seven days ago we arrived strangers. After being challenged, photographing only each other and a lot of critiquing … something happened. We discovered new perspectives of each …
“Kiss me, you fool!” She was breathing heavily now, her chest heaving with gasps. Brad, barely able to walk after the traumatic encounter with the deformed …
The Oxford Dictionary describes smitten as being strongly attracted to someone or something. In my case I am smitten with the town of Wanganui. After …
Narking is the gentle art of communication, of information, from the inside, or from an insider. No narking to be done, or, no narking to …
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