Out of the freezer and into a sauce; some of last year’s habanero chilli harvest. Not as hot as some, but fiery enough for me.
The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard to find anyone who would express bright yellow with base notes, or dark lake with the treble. — Wassily Kandinsky
Disused railway yards, Patea, New Zealand. Image: Su Leslie 2017
Old shop and dwelling, Whanganui, New Zealand. Image: Su Leslie 2018
Farm shed, Taranaki, New Zealand. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Pea, mint and feta fritters with roasted asparagus. Image: Su Leslie
If I seem even more food-obsessed than usual this weekend, it’s partly because I had some sort of gastric bug earlier in the week and couldn’t eat for a couple of days; but mostly because I am feeling incredibly lucky and grateful to actually have food.
The more I read about the climate catastrophe engulfing the planet, the collapse of eco-systems and the horrendous loss of species after species, the more I wonder how much longer I can take for granted the means to produce even simple, vegetarian meals like these fritters and asparagus.
The generation I was born into the tail-end of has often been called “the lucky generation”, but I fear if we don’t all make radical changes very soon, our luck will run out.
And yes, it’s not a one-word post, but the prompt for a rant on something about which I feel very strongly.
‘Reflection of a Journey‘, Torild Storvik Malmedal (2015); marble and glass. Seen at Sculpture by the Sea, Bondi, 2018. Image: Su Leslie
Kaipara weather; rain on the way. Shot on the wharf at Shelly Beach, Kaipara. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Air and water.
As tide, wind and rain, they have immense power. A few years ago I watched very similar clouds roll down this harbour. By the time I got home on that occasion, the storm had brought a tornado which ripped through the area where I live, killing three people. Homes were flooded and people evacuated. A whole street was destroyed.
This time, we have been lucky.
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