It was a cold, grey Sunday. So I baked my childhood biscuit recipe to stave off the bleakness.
This bar, the GP, it used to house a brothel. If my memory serves …
Cutting through Parliament after dinner with a friend.
Coffee and catching up with Tapp.
This plant was swarming with bees. Could I get one in focus? Not for my life.
The closest I came to flowers on Valentine’s Day.
Lying in the shade after lunch in the sun.
Exploring Karori cemetery.
Flowers in a Mason Jar. So hipster.
Open through the trees.
Eye Heart You. A cute cute, very strange, necklace.
Blue sky over sea fog.
An evening of dashing from one end of town to the other. John is Innocent is halfway there.
Wellington was still shrouded in fog, we went to Government House to watch Libby in her pipe band, and spied this policeman in the bushes.