I journeyed to Waiheke today, to check out a venue for my summer retreat. There’s something about crossing water that invites reflection, and carries me into another zone. On Waiheke I felt I’d left all cares behind and was on holiday — except for one thing, and that is my thoughts of the miners and their families from the Pike River Mine. Wherever I stop, I think of them.
On Palm Beach I made another small memorial, using black seaweed and charcoal. Both made me think of coal. And so here are 29 coal-black shapes, held within a shining heart of shells.
When I had finished, this sea gull stood as if in vigil.