I am painting again…and although the colours are just a dim copy of reality…

…the glory of our river at sunset reminds me of the glory to come:

see, the home of God is among mortals.  He will dwell with them; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their eyes.  Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away…Revelation


A cold mid-winter day, and another walk towards the mouth of the mighty Whanganui River.  Once a busy port with international callers, now just a sleepy backwater – although there are plans afoot to revive the port for inter-Island ferries.  Remains of past glories are marked by rotting piers beloved by ducks and other birds.

low tide
on the mud flats
swallow flight