Good reef

I sold this painting and sent it to Christchurch on a courier. I remember at the time feeling stressed about how it would travel. Would it be damaged in the post. Thankfully it arrived safely and intact. I recieved a nice note from the buyer, thanking me for wrapping it so well. What a relief. I don't think I'd be able to produce another one the same if I tried. That's art.

Walking around this tidal feast has me on tender hooks not sure if we should've stepped in or swam in on a whim. There's flies a plenty here, sitting on parrot fish, a lobster on scales, crabs running sideways in rubber bands and a parrot riding on the shoulder of a fisherman on an electric scooter. Is this a snorkeling trip and if so where are my fins? Still attached and another tail over the edge of tray. Shell we dive in. K

Oh my Cod, whatcha call that? I see plates on tables and fish on coals. Hot smoke entering flesh through a thick skin. Tourist's dining out and locals eating in. Somewhere inbetween we wander, not buying or eating parrot fish, good reef, don't they eat coral? Hello, hello... they think we're crackers.  Stick around, there's plenty on here, if it's chicken, it's bought. Something to ponder on our way to the table. K

Feeding the sub conscious again. A void to skip work. A pleasure to enjoy. Travel through life. Vulnerable. Reel.

We're not at the pub to be patronized

We don't sit up high for the view

Rocking around the seas are rough

Thoughts popping in that are new

Nobody digs a hole for two

Leave enough dirt for the fill

Nobody starts a beating heart

Which part of the beast do we kill

Nobody sinks a moving ship

We all want to surf on the waves

Nobody buries treasure at sea

From deep inside the cave

No one utters a single word

We rest our head in shame

It matters more the difference we make

Round here we're all the same

KF

Confusion say

Girl who breathe fire into mountain

Not necessarily someone you mist

KF

How deep

Halfway up the duck 

KF