Borderlands

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Borderlands

September 4, 2016 by easkey in At Home

Environment

Lines

April 27, 2013 by easkey in Environment

Black lines, nature’s brush strokes across the heaving, breathing skin of the earth.

Environment

Tua Nua

April 24, 2013 by easkey in Environment

Between the ocean and the rock a fire burns, fuelled by the bones of the land… All I need. Stone, sea, sun, wind, undeterminedness; these elements are anchors for your

Environment

Slow Fish

April 16, 2013 by easkey in Environment

Living fast, eating slow… Ian Perry Kinsey, the ‘modern fisherman’ from Norway and husband-wife team from Netherlands put small-scale fisheries and the Slow Fish movement in perspective…

Environment

New Shoes

April 10, 2013 by easkey in Environment

Someplace new, someplace wild, walking on the edge and facing east. Trying out these ‘new shoes’ for size, they’re fitting better than I thought… A dance at dark will put

Environment

Valuing Nature

January 28, 2013 by easkey in Environment

How do we value nature? “Great ideas are susceptible to unintended consequences…” – Joe Confino Why should we value nature? http://www.valuing-nature.net

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The Good Life

January 27, 2013 by easkey in At Home

At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: “I have to go to work – as a human being. What do I have to complain of,

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Get Climbing

December 4, 2012 by easkey in Environment

My new-found addiction – bouldering, but it’s not just for adrenaline junkies (although there’s plenty of that too). You may ask what the hell is bouldering?! Just over a month

Art

How did your 2011 grow?

December 28, 2011 by easkey in Art

Letting go of 2010 and welcoming 2011… Steaming Bath… A beautiful Mully beast… Tow partners… LA star-style… surfing sisters… XXL nominated wave… Exploring the So-Cal coast… Back home in the

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The Law of Giving and Receiving

December 25, 2011 by easkey in Art

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on those very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. – Gitanjali Everything