I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Why you should try never to fly into Wellington, New Zealand on a windy day
The sights seen in this collection are all common in windy Wellington ... Martin reminded me when he sent me a link to what makes him homesick for New Zealand.