the insert

This blog started, 
almost 1,000 posts ago,
with a photograph of a gravestone
that had an error. 
The missing letter
inserted.
Photo: V for vor valve, Wellington

the handwritten

I posted a letter to a friend who had just moved to a new part of town, and when he received the handwritten note, he said it felt like home.
Photo: C and C and me, New Zealand
Photo (cropped) taken by L

thinking of a place

I am thinking of the next 
exhibition, a place 
for the images 
to live for a while.
Photo: My exhibition 'delicate access'
with my home furniture in the gallery

til noon

We stayed here til noon today.
Photo: A Home

leg, tail, swan

I saw this a few years ago. I like 
hind leg raised, and the way 
the tail looks like the neck 
of a swan.
Photo: At Sculpture in the Country, New Zealand

red speech

I feel like making a long-distance call. Reaching 
a family member. We live in seven different cities/towns. At the same time, am reading a book in which a woman has stopped speaking. She prefers listening, watching. 
Sometimes I am the same.
Photo: Phone in our hallway, New Zealand

young and stirrup

Ah, young.
Photo: M on horse, New Zealand

the oneness of us

Last night, we had a long meal with about eighteen people, including a sweet family, and most all the boys and girls there, the men and women, were helping with the cooking, serving, cleaning, and eating, whatever the age of the sex, and I say thank you to the oneness. I say, good on you.
Photo: A sign in Paris

sh, flash

She is seven and lives in a blue house with seventeen cats, do I want one? We are riding a bus from Taupo, and she sings long songs. She says the wind in the fields is a grass swimming pool, and after the downpour, when the sky turns yellow, she sees a very high uenuku. That’s rainbow in Pakeha, she teaches me. She wants to eat sheep tails, but not the tails of the spring lambs we count. Have I seen a baby come out from the belly? Do I have a husband? She says I should have pink hair, go out in a pair of jeans and a cardigan. Then a man will take me home. 

Text: Entry to Flash Mob 2013 / Photo: Wall in Paris

 

singing, a healthy thing

I read of a man who gets together 
each week with friends to sing.
He says it is a healthy thing for him, 
and I agree. Brian Eno, please come 
'round here if you like, too.
Photo: Pinecones, Hong Kong

dervish

I see a dervish.
Photo: Paris courtyard

window

Take a look.
Photo: Abandoned home, Hong Kong

three trees with...

three trees with
chicken
pops.
Photo: Carterton, New Zealand
Text written by L.

fungus time

So wet these days. 
It's fungus time.
And I think of Plath
and people rising up
overnight.
Photo: At Fensham Reserve, New Zealand