299 – Songs of praise
The last of our portrait exhibition is coming down. In our hearts, songs of praise, of exhaustion, the highest highs and our fair share of …
The last of our portrait exhibition is coming down. In our hearts, songs of praise, of exhaustion, the highest highs and our fair share of …
without a hat a winter rain falls on me so what — Basho I’m walking back from the dentist. I’m feeling great. The late afternoon blue …
The sun finally peers though this watercolour landscape. The rain feels like its done the fullest effort for the moment and the rinsed world starts …
lying down with quilts over the head such a cold night — Basho As if to celebrate the long weekend (more, more) the roof was …
Time today for a lunch in the sun with Marica – simultaneously relaxed and tense – have a bite of lunch, waiting for proofs from …
I drink a lot of coffee. Always have, always will. I have the soothing ‘good night coffee’ before I go to bed. I have the …
When warm air passes over a cold surface (in this case, Cook Strait) a fog (fret) can generate. Clearly the sea hasn’t warmed over this …
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 …
Being able to park in tight spaces is something you have to learn when you live in Wellington. Our city is very hilly, has very …
“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 …
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