a slow glide through the fog, punctuated by ship horns in conversation on ferries devoid of sight. legions of sea birds drifting together on the water, as if they too were temporarily blinded. the apparitions of buildings, appearing and disappearing. and a surprisingly visceral response to this morning’s commute. +++
+++ i went for a walk this morning after i’d dropped nic at the ferry, following the little pathways up and down the hillside from little oneroa to fisherman’s rock a couple of bays away. it was a beautiful morning and i made a lot of photographs in amongst the marvelling; it felt great to be out […]
not many words these days. in winter skies kaleidoscopes of light stir me to the depths of love. what more is there to say?