3 Contexts and Confessions

“I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.”
― Nan Goldin

100 words on Love

To recall the demonstrative is easy: to pinpoint an ending is much harder.

Rhizome

A tribute to the grass…

Belated Blessings.

The apartment is less than small, and would not be big enough for a couple, yet 5 of us live there. There is the living room, which is big enough to house two single beds, and a further stack of three mattresses, which each night are laid out onto the remaining floor space by the…

Fasen

Die Wälder scheinen ruhig, bis Sie einen Fasan erschrecken und der Boden bricht zu einer Explosion von Geräuschen aus. Plötzlich fliegt ein Klumpen von Blättern mit einem schreienden Sirren, und die donnernde Kakophonie deines rasenden Herzschlags ist nur überwältigt von dem unmannischen Lachen des Alten, an deinem panischen Ausdruck.

Thank You for Visiting…

“If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry   The signs at the edges of towns and villages in Australia vary in design, but all share the same basic sentiments. They thank you for visiting, remind you about where you were, a gateway to…

Being a Father…

There will be a time of walking into the forest, baskets in hand, two children, two parents. Perhaps it will be strawberries, or birch boletes, or Waldmeister or thistle roots and baby nettles. Small feet in boots, curious faces, the awe of entrusting a pocketknife or a forager’s stick for the first time. There will…

Viaduct

This is why rocks were made to fly through my window shards like the feathers of the foraging sparrows dress the floor, the way you could not when you were not strong in a 1967 Kombi, travelling on   The clouds on the roof of the sky set me free whispering ‘Oh my Lord, why…

Resolutions

Today I painted a picture with my beautiful toddler. We sat out in the garden in the din of the cicadas, below the blue gums and angophora trees that fill our garden. I tried to show him how to load the little brush in his chunky fist, and on a clean sheet of paper sang him…