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A friend's book on garden designers and their personal gardens was a finalist for an award by a gardeners' guild. Grow grow grow, book, may you live a beautiful life. Photo: Garden in England
It's summer here, and the heat is humming. Today I walked by this word within the word 'police'. Photo: For the parking space outside Carterton Police Station
This is the old shelter at a train stop. Wooden walls and sliver-windows, it stands, locked, next to the new shelter of glass and metal. When I asked a young girl which one she likes better, she said the new one, because it's shiny. Photo: At Solway Station, Wairarapa
I am falling in love with these plants, and I think of Rita Angus, who said that the first duty of an artist is to find beauty in everyday life. Photo: Our poppies on a rainy evening
The day is always temporary. As we are, though our love remains, and I think of Laurie Anderson's words after Lou Reed died - 'the purpose of death is the release of love' as is the purpose of life Photo: A sign removed from its pole
I remember living in a dormitory and having to brush my teeth in front of people. Somehow it was so embarrassing. Photo: Sinks somewhere in the Wairarapa
These shoes were a gift from a friend I call River. We wear the same size though she is inches shorter and here I stand by a kind of creek and think of her. Photo: At Greytown Old Hospital
I meet a woman with "if you listen" tattooed on her arm, and I am thinking of another woman who has had procedures in her ears to be able to hear better. Photo: part of 'Keep Clear' on the road
I know of a boy who so loved his tricycle that his father buried it with him. The boy was bombed to death, in Hiroshima, in 1945. Photo: A tricycle in the Wairarapa
This is painted on the wall of a fish'n chips shop, and as I wait for the order, I wonder how the fish swims with these fins, and what it sounds like within water. Photo: At Centreway, Carterton