When I returned from New Zealand there was a bleak Belgian winter going down and so I simply holed-up, in my office here, processing photographs taken during our 5 weeks back home.
At some point I realised how sad I was becoming, missing the freedoms of home, missing the light, missing people I loved and so I quietly put the rest of my photographs away. Unprocessed.
Spring arrived ... then left after one day, making repeated attempts over months until finally one day it was ours and I realised I had moved on too. I had stopped comparing there to here and was focusing on European people and projects again.
I wandered over to Genova, worked like a crazy woman for 5 days and returned to Belgium, swearing I would never attempt Italy in 5 days again. It's too short a time. Then Gert took his summer holiday and we explored a small part of France ... discovering some of Bourgogne then falling for Doussard, near Annecy.
Back in Belgium, we have overcast skies and heavy rain today. We were at 31 celsius two days ago ... it's like that. Will summer come ... maybe, sometimes.
And I have some exquisite projects in front of me. A photography exhibition in autumn, the wedding of some favourite folk in France in summer, two workshops in Italy, and the promise of meeting some excellent people along the way.
But today ... today I turned back towards New Zealand and worked through images taken of a favourite family in Fiordland. Hunter, pictured below, is a treasured friend.
After I left Fiordland, way back in 1998, he sometimes had work in Dunedin and would come stay with me and my dog, bringing fresh venison from the hills. Bringing himself and his stories.
He introduced me to the music of Buena Vista Social Club by turning up the volume on his car stereo while we sat out on the deck of my little wooden cottage on the peninsula.
It was good to see him again, to be back in Manapouri for a while and to spend time with his wife Claire, and with their daughter Phoebe too. Photographs to follow if permissions are given.
