Each walk along a familiar route, I look for something new; or to see something afresh.
The changing seasons help, with each one bringing in new colours, plants, birds and changes of mood.
Just now it is summer, but here on the edge of the southernmost regions of the Pacific, on an island that lies pretty close, relatively speaking, to the Antarctic, summer does not always mean hot and sunny.
I look out of the window for inspiration. Unexpectedly, it turns out to be a weed that has something to say to me. I figure beggars can’t be choosers, so I don’t spurn its advance – for today. Tomorrow I may very well take to it with the shears before it completely smothers the fuchsia.