Category: Photography
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breakfast in the fog
By myself… because no-one else here is as moved by fog as much as I am, but thats ok. No-one else finds delight in moving amongst the blanket of droplets that remind me of the sea. But thats ok. You see, no-one else here, the people who grew up on the plains, realises that the sounds…
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Eight More sleeps
Then I fly out to California to prepare for the jump over the ditch to New Zealand. I will stay the night in L.A. – before I fly out. I often feel like a diver decompresssing up into the world. If I do it slowly my blood will not bubble. I have to ease my way back…
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Fallen clothing
It is the time of year when I start the day wearing a few extra layers. No, you are not going to talk me into using the F word quite yet but there is a wee chill in the air when the dogs and I set out to walk both farms. So I wear all…
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Good Boo Hunting
I know, that like me, you are feeling wretched about Daisy, sadly soothed by Big Dogs gentle slide into the after world and in a killing rage about the mink murdering so many chickens that night. I read all your loving comments during the following days. This Fellowship we have is such a wonderful place to be. You have…
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A dream
Do you remember I told you about that young man, (who actually found me on the woofer site – got in touch then disovered that I was only 8 miles from the acre plot that he intends to turn into a gently organically, sustainably grown vegetable garden). Did I tell you about him? He has…
The Kitchen's Garden 