

New Year’s Eve on Waiheke Island.
The rain came to dampen celebrations.
We walked in the wet; the boats sat on the hard, going exactly nowhere.
The year drizzled and fizzled to a close…


New Year’s Eve on Waiheke Island.
The rain came to dampen celebrations.
We walked in the wet; the boats sat on the hard, going exactly nowhere.
The year drizzled and fizzled to a close…

‘The Places That We Go To Hide’
…seeking soothing shelter…

‘No Need To Explain’

‘What Remains’

‘Deep In The Woods’
… going in is easy; getting out, not so much…

‘Hookless’
…never get my hooks into you…

‘Hung Out To Dry’
…i certainly know what that feels like…

‘You’ll Do’
…a little the worse for wear, old mate.
been there and done that.
nothing a lick of paint won’t fix.
good to go, ready to put out to sea.
another voyage awaits, a couple of spare rowboats if things go awry.
yeah, you’ll do…

‘Urns’
…what do we hold inside?…

‘Warm Memories’
…don’t have regrets for what might have been. have warm memories of what you did have…

‘Faith & Money’
…choose your god, i suppose…

‘Tricky Loops’
…circle back, cut through…over and over…

‘Follow The Light’
…guiding us through darkness…

‘Bricks, Bars & Arches’
…be the curves in a world full of straight lines…

‘Bamboo Wall III’
…impenetrable : when the way through has us bamboo-zled…

‘Every Which Way’
…up, down, all around…better seek directions!…

‘Ascents & Detours’
…stay positive, wander where you want…

‘Openness II’
…open up, stay open…

‘Endless Perspective’
Sometimes life gives you a sense of perspective that you didn’t ask for.
My oesophageal cancer diagnosis in 2021 was one such life event.
The diagnosis, arduous and lengthy treatment, and following slow recovery were hellish really. Those close to me also suffered tremendously.
If felt like the destination of healing was an eternity away, sort of like the end point beyond the colonnades of the building in the photo above.
Two years later, and against strong odds, I am gratefully clear of the disease, as far as is known, at any rate.
There is the huge perspective one gets about life’s fragility.
Then there is the perspective one gains about the possibilities in each day,
Other life problems pale in comparison. My half-joking mantra,when faced with negative issues now is : “Well, it’s not cancer”. Black humour takes the edge off; most crises are not the end of the world!
Even posting on this blog is an act of creation that in some small way balances out cancer’s destructive force.
Endless perspective then…

‘Love Locks V’
…love is – a continuing connection…