Once upon a time, at Christmas, I went with my mother to see John Moriarty in the chapel in UCG. John Moriarty was a philosopher, a storyteller, a seer, a visionary. To me he was a prophet and a holy … Continue reading
The travelling man’s bags were filled to overflowing, and although our mothers turned their noses up, we children recognised the smell of adventure. The cheap baubles were gems from Persia where the king was called the Shah and women wore … Continue reading
The shops stay closed here in Berlin on Sundays, with a few small exceptions. Bakeries and cafés are open (yay) and so are the markets. I wandered by the giant Flokmarkt am Mauerpark with my camera today, and then, too cold … Continue reading
Ten years ago I moved to New Zealand. Well, I didn’t so much move there as go there with a backpack and a sleeping bag. I ended up staying for two years and, yes, it’s an incredible place. In the … Continue reading
This is where I live at the moment. Prenzlauer Berg, Berlin. I feel such gratitude that when the notion takes me, late at night, to go for a walk in this small part of a huge city, I can. The … Continue reading
Today I went to visit the Jewish Museum in Berlin. It’s a pretty famous building, designed by Daniel Libeskind. Actually, it’s two buildings: the Collegienhaus, through which you enter, and the Libeskind Building next door. The two are joined underground.
Treasure trove or junk? Either way, I love a flea market. This one was on Columbus Avenue. .
The Music Man (Or, I’m not a witch, I’m your wife) There they were, laughing, happy, wrapped in a world of their own making. People walked by and hardly noticed how happy they were. What a joy.
New York. One of my favourite places. I didn’t have much time on this trip, but I did spend a morning in Manhattan with the camera. This is the first of a few photo posts. I admit, I wasn’t paying … Continue reading