Suzanne

The Forged Sick Note

It's winter, the westerly and southerly winds have united to create a depth of cold that penetrates the bones of the hardiest of us

At times, these snapshot posts will consist of a collection of thoughts followed by words, with minimal imagery; feel free to use your imagination.

The cries of wheeling gulls float across Moeraki Harbour; ‘sleepy sky’ in Maori

Two adventurous twenty-somethings, craving a thrill, envisioned themselves on Waiheke Island, dancing the night away.

These photographs were saved on a pen drive years ago when my blog was called Globalhousesitterx2, and date back to my pre-blogging days.