why would i stay in bed on a wild-weathered saturday morning when i could go to bootcamp, get soaked and covered in sand, then be tossed about in the ocean? the wildness of the weather today awakened the wildness in me
NZ parrot / aptly named hoons, these birds hang out near our place making a racket. they’re very social birds and it’s quite common to see a gang of 8-10 flying overhead.
the ingredients for an optimal sunday are sometimes as follows: enjoying a long black in bed whilst catching up on long reads, a leisurely walk up and down the quiet pathways, hillsides and bays of park point, listening to reb fountain with the windows open, hanging clean laundry from the ceiling, drinking iced coffee, reading build […]
the pink house, gisborne, august 2019. polaroid sx-70, expired impossible film. +++ i tread the line between wanting to express my thoughts and desperately wanting to remain silent – both in this virtual space and out in the world. by the end of each day, i am easily aggravated and in need of disconnection; with […]
stuffing into damp shoes so they hold their shape whilst they’re drying cleaning the windows wrapping hot fish & chips, seasoned with salt, lemon quarters tucked alongside making a paper plane creating blackout poetry playing pass-the-parcel lighting the fire papier-mâché a barrier between a wet seat and dry pants wrapping bacon to pack in a […]