Song








They say that tuis
are losing the range
of their song
since less and less
they hear each other
- and bellbirds-
singing.

Excerpt from "Talking to a tree fern at Lake Rotoiti" by Dinah Hawken.

Unfinished/Finished


 I bought this old grandmother's garden quilt top for a song at a market. Pulling out the paper templates was interesting. The person who made it had used old New World vouchers. I think there were two other people who have worked on it- one who used older 1970's dress fabrics and then someone in the early 90's who used lots of vintage sheets. I had to finish off a couple of corners, baste it and then I sent it off to my mum to quilt...

There is something immensely satisfying in finishing unfinished work. There must be 2500-3000 hexagons in this quilt. A lifetime of work.

Happy place

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A busy weekend away left the kids with little downtime. This was taken last week when the two boys spent a whole morning working away at lego and drawing. This is their happy place. They call it their office.

Nita


Grandma was not one to waste words. I always received a birthday or christmas card from Grandma, in every country I lived in. They all said To Sonya, Love Grandma. As she got got older, she began to leave off the To Sonya, then later, the love, till she just signed Grandma.


Hello. It's me.



I rarely turn the camera on myself. But right now I need a marker, to draw a line under the past few years. I cut my hair off for the first time in over 10 years. Iggy started kindy today. Max is at school. The house feels empty and quiet. It's strange. But good.


Game on



These little windows of time I get.... the kids are at rugby practise, or at a playdate next door. It's not enough. Who gets a license plate that says XQIS1T? I wish it was mine. I'd have to take up smoking again though. Or vaping.

Ruminations



I kicked off this blog eight years ago as a way of getting back into photography. I need to kick start my self again- take photos, edit, plan, tell stories.

These shots are from a series I started this summer, thinking about beginnings and endings, newness and decay. More to come.