
‘Droplets On Leaves’
…glistening where they lie, after falling from the sky…

‘Droplets On Leaves’
…glistening where they lie, after falling from the sky…

‘Slake The Thirst’
“The World thirsts for love; you will come and slake its thirst” – Arthur Rimbaud

‘Clock Tower, Flag & Bird’

‘Sitting By The Front Door’

‘Merge’

‘Shrouded Mountains’
“I enter the world called real as one enters a mist” – Julien Green
You would think, wouldn’t you, that getting to reality, or even a sense of the real, would be easy or obvious.
We can tell an object is real because we can see or touch it.
Not so matters of life and the soul.
There is often the pain of the upwards mountainous trudge and the sheer f**king foggy uncertainty of it all.
Not immediately knowing what is true, and not getting to any semblance of the truth any time soon.
It is only step by faltering step, day by grinding day, that we find our shrouded reality.

‘Church Windows’

‘Cornucopia II’

‘Cornucopia’

‘At Branches’ End’
Here at branches’ end
foliage and sky pretend
that they will be one

‘Palace Hotel’
All faded grandeur
main street king seen better days
curtains draw to grey

‘The Church Below The Mountain’
Biomimicry – where animals mimic their surrounds, and man made objects copy nature.
In this shot of an Anglican church in a small New Zealand town, the church’s roof and steeple mirror the apex of the mountain and the trees jutting from it.
Sometimes imitation isn’t just flattery; it can be aspirational.
Aren’t we all reaching upwards for a touch of heaven?
The church is handsome, but as in the story of Moses, it’s always the mountain that challenges and inspires.

‘Eight Sides To Every Story’
This old octagonal band rotunda is a multi-faceted site of stories.
Stories of community, music and love.
Histories, some known, some hidden, and , I’m sure, special tales yet to be told…


‘Boardwalk And Beach’                                  St.Heliers Bay, Auckland   7/20
…promenade and play, on a sunlit winter’s day…