I went out with my camera, just for a moment or two, and was lost in our tiny little pocket-sized Belgian garden here in the city of Antwerp.
I loved the way photographing the shadows of plants became, very much, about painting with light ...
The word "photography" was created from the Greek roots φωτός (phōtos), genitive of φῶς (phōs), "light"[2] and γραφή (graphé) "representation by means of lines" or "drawing",[3] together meaning "drawing with light".
Source: Wikipedia.
I'm thinking of making another attempt to pursue beauty ...
Saturday night, and here I am ... listening to my hour-long video of a dawn chorus I recorded back in New Zealand. It seemed insane to wake that early, at the time but now, I'm really glad that I did. But it's always been easy to wake early in NZ.
And I found the video of me driving through the Homer Tunnel too but it needs downsizing to load here and so, tonight we'll make do with a photograph of the road home to my most favourite house ever.
I loved living out at Broad Bay, Dunedin. Madly, truly, deeply. I loved everything about it really. The winding crazy road home. The proximity of the water. The huge selection of beaches. The birdlife. The air.
Everything.
And then someone offered me a job in Istanbul ...
Yesterday I caught the train to Geel to meet up with Martin and go roadtripping. Well, we were searching for things in museums in Wallonia, actually.
And we talked as we traveled, then talked some more while we waited for museums to open their doors.
We talked up a storm and did the whole lunch-on-the-side-of-the-road thing too. Coffee and tea from the thermos. Cheese and jam sandwiches courtesy of Martin. it reminded me so much of trips made back home.
And I realised that it's lovely having a Kiwi friend out here in Belgium because yarning is the best way to pass a day sometimes. And actually, Martin has the very best stories.
Thanks for a lovely day.
You know when you need to go home ... or perhaps you need a huge project.
It's like that in these days.
So I'm thinking, a lot.
I loved this possible love story out of New Zealand.
I'm absolutely enjoying The Pa Boys movie. I'll post an interview with the writer/director at the end.
I enjoyed this story: Bringing a Daughter Back from the Brink With Poems.
And this ... Ballet Dancers in Random Situations.
The stories of refugees are, almost always, heartbreaking but we don't often get to read of them in our everyday news, so I'll share the story of Mazhar.
I photographed Sinan Antoon while I was working in Berlin, and listened to him speak. I will find his book, The Corpse Washer.
I have been introduced to a new blogger. He made me smile with this story.
And then there was this: Over 200 works of Marc Chagall have been gathered worldwide for this major retrospective exhibition to discover from 28 February to 28 June 2015. In Brussels.
I have interesting friends on Facebook and so these mostly come from there, then it's also where I share. This morning it seemed like an idea to share over here too.
Perhaps there's something for you ...