Our Daily Commute

In its essence I've always had time for the commute;
I love the daily transition from life to another.
Flying out of London and over the Alps every week
was beautiful but by 2005 my lifelong love affair with
with airports was over.
Now I catch a ferry, crossing the Hokianga Harbour
every morning and hopping off in downtown Rawene.

Last summer, someone undid the ferry moorings
over night. Luckily the tide was incoming and the
ferry drifted upstream instead of out into the wild
Tasman sea. That next morning, there she was
lodged amongst the mangroves looking like a scene
out of Fitzcarraldo. Enterprising locals offered to
get us across and the harbour was alive with boats
whizzing across it like mosquitoes.

These two gentlemen were on last nights' ferry :
Mr Elegant due south on his way to a ball and
Mr Casual due north on his way back home.

pacific zen

gimme some more!

well after a blogging holiday - i've come back from
a great place - where they open shops in trees and
where dudes cruise downtown wearing their favourite
lava lava for all to see. it was pick up central !

nostalgia

I came across this random image of Milano roof tops
the other day. Such a familiar sight to me - the colours
emanating silently from the palazzi walls,
the endless rows of terracotta tiles, the white gray light of the sky.

Like that close friend from your schooldays - the one
with a dysfunctional family darkness in the background
and the irritating playground neurosis - and now you realise
that they are the ones that warmly stick in your mind and
think of fondly.

from Boliva with love

i've been looking at techno-cosmo-hip
blog sites all morning.
sometimes we get so occupied with being forward
we forget its all in the moment.