Sometimes success and achievement just looks like this. A camp fire by myself, accompanied by a well traveled companion pot. I found this black pan discarded on an old building site in 2006, a few months before the great Zinedine headbutted his way into international retirement, while pushing a bike in and out of Granada. I didn’t dream of Australia yet, but was about to. How it followed me all the way up to Leanganook yesterday remains a strange oddity.
Then came She. Full moon. Up the hill with the cockatoos. Down the creek, with the frogs.