Shadows cast on wooden floor. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Posted to the Ragtag Daily Prompt | Shadows
Debbie’s One Word Sunday | Sepia
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.
Posted to One Word Sunday | power
I live on a blind corner. Cars speed round it terrifyingly fast and often. Parking here is a bit of a lottery — and daft since there’s a long strait just ahead. Parking like this (if you can call it parking) is just mental. I watched in dismay this afternoon as one car after another swerved to avoid this stupidly parked vehicle; and am still shaken by how narrowly a neighbour avoided a head-on collision.
Inconsiderate driving behaviour seems to be on the increase — a sign of a wider malaise perhaps?
Posted to One Word Sunday | confusion
Four large trailer-loads of prunings later, I can see the fence again.
Bit of a contrast to this morning ….
Posted to One Word Sunday | contrast. Thanks to Debbie for hosting.
Rotorua Visitor Centre, in old Post Office Building. Su Leslie 2019
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” — HARUKI MURAKAMI
Posted to Debbie’s One Word Sunday | night
It’s only a short road-trip but the goal is to see my destination with new eyes — those of someone who might want to live there.
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