Winter in Coromandel

The most beautiful trip made many years ago now, to a shore as far away from troubles at home as I could go. I still dream of the perfect waves and wonder who turned this driftwood into a sculpture by adding a shell.

_picturing a year

Drawn to the big views, thinking about what it will be like to get all the way over there and look back, on January 1st this year, I sat at the shore and looked out to the horizon. Visualising, dreaming, designing, imagining, picturing; de-wording, seeing where to go. Making resolutions? “Conquer the world and have a perfect … More _picturing a year