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.

Something different for me to try out. Diane gave me the first sentence and I was to continue and create a story using 180 words. It was interesting to  think about, and my mind went all over the place, creating much more than just the words above, I had my whole imaginary world organised. Might do something like this again.