reading, mis

Misreading can be 
enjoyable. The other
day, I misread 
graves: Mother. Waiter.
Photo: Gravestone, Mauriceville, New Zealand
(At rest, I like, and the placement 
of the punctuation marks intrigues)

layers and layers

Caked thick, 
almost edible
Photo: Painting and easel,
Eastbourne, New Zealand

life is a song

Thirty years ago today, I married. I still love 
that person, but we now live, play, sing, love 
in different homes. 
Photo: P playing our piano, New Zealand

8:23

Wing and time, flying.
Photo: At Wellington airport, New Zealand
(A good friend just visited and I would 
have liked her to stay longer.)

way

In a few days, it's a national holiday here in New Zealand, when people honor those who died in the world wars, but I would like to honor those who work to end wars, large and small, who work to prevent them, and I think of A J Muste who said that there is no way to peace - peace is the way. 
Photo: A wreath made for ANZAC Day, Kaipororo, New Zealand

make something

The Chinese word for crisis
includes the word opportunity:
maybe start over and make 
something new.
Photo: An abandoned structure, Wairarapa

cusp

Photo: West Taratahi, New Zealand

ekehatuna

Eketahuna has to be one
of my favo(u)rite words/
names, sounds, for a town, 
and here is an entrance.
Photo: Door and shadow, Eketahuna, New Zealand

the meeting

Here, lake meets sea.
Photo: At Lake Onoke,
Palliser Bay, New Zealand

traveling

How we travel
with the camera
at eye, in hand.
Photo: P. photographing,
Lake Onoke, New Zealand

white light

Some days, the light 
is so bright and white 
that we might disappear into it.
Photo: Home in Masterton, New Zealand

white kiwi

Maybe the bird guards us and trees 

for millions of years.

They stay with the same mate, 

sleep with beak tucked,

make two balls of hair in the daylight.

Photo: The back of a very large kiwi bird

in the town of Ekehatuna, New Zealand
Text: Excerpt from my poem: "Kiwi"

reading

reading images as words
Photo: Lichen on mailbox, Wairarapa, New Zealand

looking at a lily

You know you love something 
when you see it
in yet another way.
Lily and shadow, at J's home, Masterton, New Zealand