Image: Su Leslie, 2018
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Silent Sunday
silent sunday
Silent Sunday
… nah, just kidding.
My Sunday has been anything but silent. The sound that a door-sized sheet of toughened glass makes when it explodes and falls into a tiled floor is horrendous.
I know this because I was (luckily) in the next room when our shower door exploded and shattered.
The photo shows all that remains; a few shards attached to the hinge.
I am grateful the bathroom wasn’t occupied.
I’m also grateful for insurance.
But as this is the second sheet of glass in our that’s broken recently (the rangehood cover broke a month or so ago), I am beginning to feel slightly jinxed.
I’ve heard that soprano voices can shatter wine glasses; but I wasn’t even singing.
Silent Sunday
Silent(ish) Sunday
Pining for the Fjiords. Or at least the big skies and beautiful rivers of Canterbury. This one is the Rangitata. Image: Su Leslie 2018
Silent Sunday
Shona Rapira Davies, ‘They do cut down the poles that hold up the sky’ (1989). Situated in the Hotere Garden, Port Chalmers, Otago.
Silent Sunday
Silent Sunday
South beach, Whanganui, New Zealand. Image; Su Leslie
South beach, Whanganui, New Zealand. Image: Su Leslie
