2024

It’s like saying, “I miss the times I picked shells with you, but I’m hoping sending you a card would be enough to convey that.”

What two years may look like, I suppose.

Hey, I’m starting a new series about photowalks and textures – this is the first.

So I’ve put a pen to paper, and other media too

Then I guess mine would be these things. Driving me to poverty. But damn they’re pretty.

Ngā mihi o Matariki, te tau hou Māori!

Making friends feels a bit more perfunctory when trying to find common interests, and while I have them, there’s a part within that continues to dwell on what’s missing.

While watching football