
In Reflection ...
The possibilities I saw in this made me stop and play a while, my camera and I, out there in Bourgogne.

Eduardo Galeano, Writer
Scientists say that human beings are made of atoms, but a little bird told me that we are also made of stories. And so, each one has something to tell that deserves to be heard.
Eduardo Galeano, extract from an interview about his new book Children of the Days.
I so very much believe this ... that everyone is a story, everyone is full of stories. His interview is fascinating and made me think I should look for this book of his.

That Fern Photograph ...
Ferns were the object of my photographic desire when I reached home. No explanation, I just found myself falling in love with them ...
This photograph, there was so much wrong with it but I love it. I'm tempted to get it printed Huge.
There's been a wee bit of blogging done by my self tonight. I'm trying to turn my curious gaze away from all that is wrong in the world and find some kind of peace of mind.
But wait ... there was something I almost forgot. This article was out there this morning and I loved it. It opens with, and yes, I added (or girl) ...
Date a boy (or girl) who travels. Date a boy who treasures experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex. Date the boy who scoffs when he hears the words, "vacation," "all-inclusive" or "resort." Date a boy who travels because he's not blinded by a single goal but enlivened by many.
Lena Desmond, extract from Date a Boy Who Travels

The meeting house Te Hono ki Hawaiki, Wellington
A section of the meeting house and panels on Te Hono ki Hawaiki, in New Zealand's National Museum's, on the site of the marae, Rongomaraeroa.
I was handholding the camera rather than using a tripod but was happy with this image.

An Old Friend from Far Away ...

