colourbomb! {norway .1}

At home, the Bunker’s front door is lacquered a very sedate dark green. It’s a friendly door, but it lacks the quirky pizzazz of the bright wooden houses we saw in Norway. My eyes… Continue reading →

of the things my eye collects

I’m not sure if you also flit between reality and a literary fantasy land like I do, but today I lived this poem by Richard LeGallienne: I meant to do my work today,… Continue reading →

of living in colour

It’s Easter, and I’m so very glad for what that means. I leave you with some knalgeel tulips, yellow so intensely yellow that it’s a smack to the head. To living in freedom… Continue reading →