Bethells Beach, west coast, north island, new zealand

I’m here, right now, housesitting for a month.
Walking this beach daily. Dancing the body-land’s contours. Making sound, Singing.
Listening to the Land here, its Spirit; making image after image of Sand, Sea, Sky.
I am being sung, Home.

Most of my images are, as yet, unedited.
I walk the luminous field of creation. Light, reflected in effulgent sandscape.
Into 2109. Into my Songlines.
Into Re-Union.