It’s a beautiful May Saturday, full of autumn colors. I have several photos from my recent trip to Oamaru and my drive from the dairy farm where I worked in April to Dunedin, where I will be for the month of May as a teacher’s assistant at a primary school.
So here are seven of my favorite photos: Continue reading
Last week, Christchurch’s Port Hills were on fire. Word is that an electrical fault started it, sparks igniting the golden grasses.
I could see the fire for nearly the whole week at work.
This was the first time I’ve seen a wildfire. Plumes of smoke rose high. Continue reading
While writing in my journal yesterday, I tried to describe a measuring instrument I had used at work. I failed miserably, and the entry I had expected to be short turned into an exposition on my feelings about high school English and how it shaped my life.
That was not a good explanation. I really haven’t had the mental capacity to write good descriptions in my journals. I’ve found I like to rely on my photos for my descriptive pieces.
And plus, when I was in junior high (or maybe it was freshman year), I discovered I really disliked writing descriptions, especially lengthy ones. I felt it was a waste of time and that the writing space could be better filled with something else. I don’t know that I identified what that something else was at that age, but perhaps today, I have identified it: a photograph. Continue reading
