30 Days, 30 Songs, an ending of sorts


Not the land I come from, but that which I call home. Image; Su Leslie 2019

The last day of my friend Sarah‘s 30 Days, 30 Songs project.

I had no idea it would be so difficult to choose just 30 songs to share. There are so many gaps, I’m seriously thinking of ways to incorporate more music into my blog — either as a regular “thing” I do, or as some sort of challenge/prompt. More to come on this …

But as Seneca (and Semisonic (1)) said “every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”, so first things first.

For the last post I guess I could have chosen The Last Post.  No, not really.

My list of potential finale numbers was almost as long as the month itself, but in the end, I’ve chosen Lie in the Land, written and performed by Eva Prowse as part of the band Fly My Pretties.

I began the month with a New Zealand artist, and an image taken on Greenhithe Wharf. I’m ending it the same way.

I can’t find the lyrics of this song online anywhere, but it does include the lines:

Rolling on, rolling on

How do you find where you belong

Rolling on, rolling home,

Lie in the land that you come from

Sarah at Art Expedition has hosted 30 Days 30 Songs during June. You can hear all of her musical choices by visiting her blog. Her final song is one of my favourites too.



  1. The Semisonic song Closing Time, written by Dan Wilson, includes Seneca’s line.


Mud and stardust


Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I’m a bit short of sensible words at the moment, except to suggest you listen to A Girl Named Mo, with the band Fly My Pretties, sing Mud and Stardust. Music, poetry and, if you close your eyes, it may conjure up some exquisite mental pictures too.

Lucky is the moon that comes and goes
Many are the reckless who sell their souls
Faultless is the wind, heartless is the cold
Merciless, merciless give me something I can hold
When plenty are the doubts that cloud my mind
Countless are the chalices of lilac wide
Cruel is the taste so bitter to the tongue
Merciless, merciless, time is wasted on the young

Thanks to Debbie at Travel with Intent for this week’s quotation.

“… how do you find where you belong?”

Black and white shot of trees reflected in lake at Tokaanu Boat Ramp, Turangi. Image: Su Leslie, 2016

Lake Taupo, at Tokaanu boat ramp. Image: Su Leslie, 2016. Edited with Snapseed.

Home from a visit to my dad (and do to a glass-making workshop), I’m working through my photos. I shot these images while walking by Lake Taupo at Tokaanu. The weather was overcast; the threat of rain always present.

Black and white image of rushes reflected in Lake Taupo at Tokaanu. Image: Su Leslie, 2016

Lake Taupo at Tokaanu. Image: Su Leslie, 2016

But what I remember best is not the lowering clouds, but the sense of absolute stillness. With no-one else around, the only sounds I heard were bird-calls and the lap of water.

It’s rare that I find myself in a place of such quiet and calm, and I’ve edited the shots to help me remember and hold on to the feeling of absolute belonging in that space and time.

Black and white shot. Piers from old jetty, Lake Taupo at Tokaanu boat ramp. Image: Su Leslie, 2016. Edited with Snapseed.

Piers from old jetty, Lake Taupo at Tokaanu boat ramp. Image: Su Leslie, 2016. Edited with Snapseed.

The title of this post comes from the wonderful Eva Prowse song ‘Lie in the Land’.  On the road I listened again and again to a recording of her performing this with the band Fly My Pretties.

Written for Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge, at Lens and Pens by Sally.