Wharekauri, Rēkohu (Chatham Island)
Waitangi, Rēkohu (Chatham Island)
Horomaka (Banks Peninsula)
Kāhu
Because when you are severely sleep deprived you will find yourself doing things you said you'd never do...
(In my defence, I didn't go full Geddes - no flower pots or pumpkins in sight.)
Sorry son.
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
Cormac McCarthy - The Road
My most taxing creative project yet.
Ngā mihi tino nui to Kelly Dorgan and the team at Rata Midwives (an exceptional crew of LMCs), the staff at Christchurch Women's Hospital, Ma, Pa, and Daddy Monsta.
Haere mai, e tama. Whatever you are, be a good one.
Love, Mum and Dad.
xoxoxo
Wairewa (Little River)
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McFarmer’s Backpackers, Portobello
McFarmers Backpackers, Portobello