One of the nicest things about blogging is that there appears to be a real sense of community. I have met the coolest people here (sorry for sounding dated) and have had supportive of communications from the most unexpected places when I have delved into the trials of life here. Thanks guys!!
It also makes me concerned when my favourites bloggers disappear (like Poneke did briefly earlier this year) and when you read things like this on Peter Peryer’s blog. I just hope they cruel grey of an Alexandra winter hasn’t got to him. And if you want to know about that – read this from Brian Turner(for a limited time) – a lovely piece of writing. And I was there living in Central in the winter of 1991!
“A spectacular frost occurred in Otago in early July 1991 when overnight air temperatures dropped below -15°C – for days in some places. The effect was chaos. Beer froze in pubs, water pipes burst, diesel turned to sludge, and rabbits with frostbitten ears were accused of cannibalism on national television. Exposed metal (such as gates) became so cold that skin froze to it on contact.” Personally we were able to ice skate down our gravel road.
Hoar frost on pruned fruit tree
But I digress (and am getting all nostalgic again).
One thing that I found today that made me feel not so old was this great interviewwith the photographer Martha Cooper (now in her 60s) about her work photographing graffiti and street art. The interview is 12 minutes long but worth the watch.
