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.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
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It is a wonderful piece of art. As you noted, it's snapshots of her father. It's a poem laid down in prose. Very visual, multi-layered, capturing a complex relationship. A true portrait.
That is really beautiful writing all right. Sorry you have the lurg - I do too and - yes! - it's because I work at an Early Childhood Centre - this is the second lurg I've picked up (so far.) My immunity system will have built up soon though ... I hope.
When I grow up, I'd like to put together pieces like this, V.
Poor us, chiefbiscuit. It's miserable, isn't it. Get well soon!
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