Sunday, March 05, 2017

1. The first of some illustration trials. I have some words that have been written about the early 1950's when we arrived in New Zealand. Memories of startlingly crisp mornings, our childrens voices echoing, the pines trees, a stream to dam before the tide came in, but first to run along breaking down the sand edges. I am using the red gifted journal from Steph and Em.

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