Excursion from summer past: Kariotahi Beach, New Zealand. Su Leslie 2018
Photography often relies on chance — being in the right place at the right time (with the right lens).
I’ve been trying unsuccessfully for years to capture a good shot of the tui and kereru that inhabit our manuka (tea tree), kowhai and tī kōuka trees. I only captured this shot because the tī kōuka berries offer such a feast that the kereru was in no hurry to fly away.
Raw chocolate raspberry slice. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Experimenting with a new recipe for something a little sweet but without dairy and refined sugar. This slice contains almond meal, coconut oil, buckwheat, rice syrup, raspberries, chia seeds and very dark chocolate. Once I got it out of the fridge, the raspberry layer began to melt pretty quickly.
The photo isn’t great, but the slice tasted pretty good.
Morning walk; Hobsonville Point, Auckland, NZ. Image: Su Leslie 2019
“I don’t have to chase extraordinary moments to find happiness – it’s right in front of me if I’m paying attention and practicing gratitude.“ — Brene Brown
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I am certain that a sewing machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred lunatic asylums, and possibly a good deal more.” — Margaret Atwood
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Everything is ephemeral, both that which remembers and that which is remembered. — Marcus Aurelius
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I have two brothers; one two years younger than me, the other eight years.
My relationship with “the baby of the family” is strong, loving and straightforward. With my other brother, it’s more complicated.
As kids we were constant playmates, best friends. We share the same sense of humour and listened to the same music. But my mum was never good at hiding the fact she valued sons more highly than daughters (possibly because she’s the fourth sister of five) and as “The Firstborn Son” my brother was indulged to the point of becoming, for a while, a horrible little brat.
We’re in our fifties now, and the tide of our relationship has ebbed and flowed, washing away all but the bedrock. He’s my brother and I love him.
In many ways, the best time for us as brother and sister was in the early 1980s, and there are so many songs from that time I could have chosen.
But this one’s fun, and it is about family.
The title of the post comes from the line:
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