Snapshots

Every place I have ever been to, every place I have never been to even, remain within my mind. Snapshots of sounds and smells and particularly in my case pictures.

Hastings (UK), the first place I lived after leaving home brings forth visions of tall Victorian brick buildings, municipal gardens all laid out with bedding plants and walking along the promenade enveloped in mist and the smell of the sea. Edinburgh is a mixture of ancient winding streets and long straight Georgian vistas. The buildings are tall and close like walking in a box and pockets of greenery appear unexpectedly tucked in between. The sound is of never ending traffic and people and a soft Scottish accent.Morocco, even though I have never been there calls forth visions of courtyards and searing white heat, juxtaposed with crowded markets and the smell of smoke and cinnamon.

And now we live near Napier in New Zealand. And what do I see ? Norfolk Pines. Long stately rows of them their primordial silhouette backed against the Pacific visible from miles away.

Such a strong shape demands to be reproduced as some sort of print - so watch this space . . .