meditations on light

it’s christmas morning. there’s a tray of freshly risen croissants baking in the oven, nic’s mum is out for a walk and i’m vacuaming white kanuka blossoms off the floor. all to no avail as fresh dustings of blossom snow on the floor with each puff of wind through the open door. i light white […]

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the weekend that was

a list of things i did on the weekend that don’t all correspond with the accompanying photographs. and this is how it goes… i lived on fire for all the things i have yet to see, tangled sheets, the last bottles of cider … mulled and warm. everything reverberated within me even the vacuaming felt […]

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