315 – The nature of the observer
A couple of times lately I’ve rushed into our lunch room early in the morning to grab a jump-start coffee only to find myself in …
A couple of times lately I’ve rushed into our lunch room early in the morning to grab a jump-start coffee only to find myself in …
An original life is unexplored territory. You don’t get there by taking a taxi – you get there by carrying a canoe. — Alan Alda I …
I’m feeling a bit sad tonight. After a great weekend, and an ok day at work, I come home and find some words that left …
It’s the winter solstice today. Well, today and tomorrow. I went for a walk at lunchtime to enjoy the few minutes of clear sunlight, and …
As a kid I loved not only Modest Mussorgsky’s compositions ‘Pictures at an exhibition‘, I loved the whole idea – walk around, consider the works, …
Outside, the weather has been miserable. Inside we’ve been working like mad things sorting our photos and artist statements for the Six@66 exhibition – now …
This morning, after a strange and wonderful dream about being given gifts from a whale, my long anticipated steampunk etching press arrived. It seemed to …
Today we did the whole family thing. Tomorrow, Marica’s mother, Danica, turns 80, and because you don’t turn 80 every day we decided to stretch …
Somebody, somewhere, is graduating. In Wellington it seems almost every second day there’s a graduation parade. When we were in the parade it was a …
This morning the garden was all a-sprinkly with exquisite droplets. I’m sure if we had tiny hummingbird tongues we could sip from each pure oasis …
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