ideas

'The idea hovered and shimmered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.'
Northern Lights, Philip Pullman

P.S. In other news, we have chickens!   Welcome to Cinderella, Fancy Nancy, Mrs Feather and Licorice; friendly, clucky little creatures that they are...

adventures in blogland...

It feels strange to be setting out on a new venture, into the world of cyberspace, whilst sitting on my back verandah in my around-the-house clothes, with the quiet sounds of dry season unfolding around me... but, in lieu of actually being able to sling a backpack on at this moment and squint towards the horizon, it's pretty good. At least, there's plenty of coffee brewing here.
So, here's some photos of bits and pieces I've been making lately....
More thoughts down the track....