Between Bedford and Nostrand

   The annual block party in the height of summer when the fire hydrants open up, there’s a DJ and a dance contest, kids fire water balloons into the air thick with barbecue smoke in the afternoon light.

An Edible adventure to Magic Mountain

I’m up late Friday night making little foil packages of salt and pepper and squeezing condiments into tiny bottles. For a fleeting moment it feels like it’s Christmas Eve and I’m prepping milk and cookies for Santa.

Hunt for the Wilderness

Moving to New York City I didn’t imagine many Saturday nights in a mountain top shelter in a thunderstorm. But sometimes you realise eight million people is a lot of people and you just need a little space.

Under the ocean

I’ve recently moved to a spot by the beach where I’ve been exploring what the world looks like under water.

Where California becomes Arizona

My first Oasis, sleeping under the stars in the Anza Borrego Desert and riding the golden waves in an ocean of sand beside the Salton Sea.

A Shanghai Sojourn

Arriving in Shanghai the light seems as though it fights to push through a denser atmosphere, a diffuser, glowing an afternoon gold and the place is a bustling highway.

Hand warmers

Central Otago turns on the golden colours for an autumnal picnic.

An appreciation for a Kiwi summer

  I remember when school rolled out for summer and mum would bundle us, the tent, and all our gear into the baby blue Honda Civic and head north from Wellington.