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
the waka are out again
on the big river
blades slipping through
brown water, backs bending
to take the strain
and always that guy
with the megaphone…
on an evening river
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.
on the mud flats
An encounter at Putiki Marae this morning.
‘Kō au te Āwa, kō te Āwa kō au. I am the river, the river is me.’
painting the river
Something about evening on the mighty Whanganui River.
soft colours of a winter twilight
on the wide river
smoke haze and mist
and the ducks heading home