It was a 4 celsius, grey-sky flat-light kind of day but an interesting place to wander.
Market Rue Ropsy-Chaudron, Brussels
Yesterday, and I was sent off in a new direction.
More to follow.
Immersion ...
I'm finally putting together a presentation series of images taken in New Zealand.
We're seeing the Belgian Bloke's parents tomorrow. It's Easter and they were curious to see where that son of theirs spent 5 weeks wandering.
It's easier to work on the photographs now that (perhaps) the last of the snow has fallen. There was a light fall as I headed out into the night last night with my lovely Irish Fiona friend. Irish is mentioned because I have this forever friend always referred to as, since I was 13, my friend Fiona. That would be the New Zealand Fiona.
Anyway, I love this photograph. I took it out on one of those Otago Peninsula roads that we wandered and it's my desktop background for now.
The Sun Shone and There Was No Snow!!!
We hit 5 celsius today, with so much sun and a breeze for the laundry too.
And I opened the windows here this afternoon and pulled my bedroom/office to pieces ... dusting, vacuuming, mopping, stream-lining because cabin-fever is a strange and terrible monster and must be fought with diligence and much application of energy.
Everyone is struggling here. Snow at this time of year hasn't happened since the 1880s.
So here I am, fighting to get underway and on with life again. I have been hermit-like for weeks. No trips planned until June and August ... and that has to change. I'm hungry for long walks and good coffee. Perhaps there is a way to reach Genova before June.
One my marvellous nieces photographed me while I was home. I recognised my technique in her. She stalked me until I gave in and let her photograph me.
I miss the woman in this photograph. She was driving, adventuring, moving, living ... breathing good air, talking everyday with some of the friendliest people you could hope to meet in the world. She was home in a place she hadn't been in 8 years.
Now to make her reappear here.
And this was the third house, Broad Bay
I loved this house and the Otago Harbour views ...
Note: The harbour view was taken down on the road at the bottom of the street ... not from veranda.
I used to live here ...
Back home, I discovered Broad Bay, Dunedin and I lived in 3 houses in that small bay before flying to Istanbul ...
The small one, down by the water, was where I moved to after my first marriage ended, and it was perfect for a while. Then the house just above the first house ... on the hill and hidden in the trees ... came up for rent and it was more sensible, less quirky but still wooden, with a verandah and a view of the harbour.
I loved living in Broad Bay. I had a sea kayak, a car, and a golden labrador. And just enough money for secondhand books and the occasional bottle of red.
I hunted those old houses down and photographed them while I was home in New Zealand at Christmas.
