the weekend that was
matariki rising + the winter solstice
honouring matariki by baking christall lowe’s kūmara cake with orange toffee sauce (served warm
the weekend that was
tax returns + laundry + poetry in unexpected places + mia yeast bakery treats + chicken kottu from a favourite sri lankan curry maker
the weekend that was
waking up friday morning with a scratchy throat and panicing mildly about it being covid (it wasn’t) + wild writing
life on film
returning from travels in lutruwita / tasmania in february* i am intrigued by a bag that's sitting on the
the weekend that was
flying south, wedged in the back row of a tiny plane + a house flanked by steep hills, suburbia and the
sway
I’ve got at least three adventure stories sitting in my drafts folder waiting to be shared with you.
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the weekend that was
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Flying south. Love. Communion. Reunion. Celebration. Blood family and found family. The husk of a
in my element
taking advantage of today's gift of wild and wet weather, i head to oneroa beach for a walk
today's garden visitors
working away at my desk after lunch, i heard quacking outside, accompanied by a lot of tiny peep-peep-peeping noises.
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weekend photo journal
01 nov // an early start to the weekend with a stop at a favourite bakery before a walk on the