Reflections

Heathcote River, Christchurch, where it flows through a tunnel of tall trees. Deciduous trees in the city are huge and beautiful. At home they are broken and grotesque because of the wind. They can be beautiful too, of course, but I like to see undamaged ones now and then.

While in the city I called on my daughter, FirehorseMia. It was so nice to have a chat together.