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Stockholm, February. Under snow and ice.

We’d waited for the swans in Amsterdam — watching the canal from the window, hoping. But they hadn’t come. We were told they’d flown south for warmer weather, when in fact warming Euro

Somewhere at the edge of Lake Wakatipu, 2011. Back when I was living in New Zealand and Instagram felt like a small, warm room full of people who were actually there.
Do you remember that?
The early days, when it was just people sharing beautiful th

Quiet mornings, before the scroll, before the day begins.
Just bird song, coffee, and the soft gold light coming through the garden. Autumn is doing everything right this week — rust and orange and umber, burgundy and amber and all the purples

Amsterdam greeted us with a murmuration.

Saturday evening, dusk falling pink over the canals, and suddenly the whole city was outside — walking, watching, living. The starlings moved through the church spires like a single breathing thing. We

There is a watercolour meditation journal spread that only exists because of a sprained ankle.
This spread was made with the sketchbook fighting for space on my lap — the kitters asserting their prior claim, the palette balanced on the armrest,

Today while I was editing the last lessons for Travel Vignettes Travel ‘25 Edition I realized I hadn’t shared this spread from Marrakech. We visited Jardin Majorelle, beautifully laid out gardens, gorgeous colours and light. I think the w

More spreads from Paris.
I feel in love with these pieces, one from the George Condo exhibition, pretty much all of Pekka Halonen’s snow paintings and this piece from Utrillo (I wish the Valadon’s retrospective had started while I was the

A week in Paris- much eating and walking. Had we been there longer we may have tried everyone of the Pierre Hermes macarons, my taste buds swoon just thinking of them, each one a tiny food adventure.
And Notre Dame, how glorious and glowing she is al

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I respectfully acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the Ngurra land where I live and work today, the Dharug and Gundungurra people. I pay respect to Tribal Elders past, present and emerging. I recognise their continuing connection to land, water and community and celebrate their continuing culture. I extend deep gratitude for this beautiful country.

This always was and always will be Aboriginal Land.