I loved this quote found over on Justine Musk's website.
The photograph of the beach,taken when I was home, is an old and beloved beach of mine, located on the east coast of the South Island, down at Tautuku.
Sometimes, when the highway is roaring here in Belgium, I pretend it's simply a Spring tide down at Tautuku, back home in New Zealand
I love this cafe. Recently discovered here in Antwerp, it's like a small oasis of good food and coffee, friendly people, and excellent music.
There's an interview coming but for now ... today's lunch and a small glimpse inside Escobar.
Go early if you want a table at lunchtime. I went back after the lunch rush for the interior shots, having enjoyed meeting the loveliest New Zealander and her 5-week old son just after midday. It was a most excellent day really ... with sunshine!
It was a 4 celsius, grey-sky flat-light kind of day but an interesting place to wander.
Yesterday, and I was sent off in a new direction.
More to follow.
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.
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.