'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.

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Sunday, 17 July 2016

The Adventures Begin ...

A renown entomologist who I have known for about 8 years phoned me up and said he was looking for someone to replace his assistant/ photographer on a forthcoming research trip.  She had had to cancel due to family issues of some sort.  Would I come in her place?

Basically the job would be roughly as follows:
1. attend the Pacific Science Congress in Taipei and and take notes on lectures he was interested in but not able to attend due to overlap with others.
2. take photos of plants and critters, especially insects and spiders, using a camera that he would supply.
3.  deal with any business-related computer correspondence using my laptop as he doesn't have one.
4.  We would be visiting Palau, Pohnpei, and Guam in addition to Taiwan. 

There would almost certainly be a bit of time off for me to do my own thing, and this would likely include the opportunity to go snorkeling.
There would be no payment for me, but all expenses would be paid.
The whole trip would be about 26 days. 

I took about three days to think about it, asked hardly any questions, and said yes.
What would you have done?
Would you have asked any questions?
What would they have been?

Tuesday, 5 July 2016


... I have been having ADVENTURES!  In Micronesia.  Palau, Pohnpei, Guam and Taiwan.
Getting myself together but in the meantime, something completely different ... Go here.

Friday, 3 June 2016


When I was young I would not have eaten this pear. I would have turned my nose up at it, and asked for another, more perfect one.
It occurred to me, as I was cutting away the bruises, how juicy this one was. And when I had it with my muesli, yoghurt, and milk, it was just so deliciously tasty! Almost perfect, the bits that were left.
A metaphor for life, perhaps.

Thursday, 12 May 2016

A Break to watch a Tui

Pausing in my headlong dash, the last-minute sprint, the why-did-I-not-do-it-earlier gallop to the opening night in 26 hours' time ... to watch all the tui in the strawberry tree.
He or she has the lacy collar or cape draped casually over the shoulders, and the cravat of a proper regency gentleman ... rather like this:

No, actually more like this.  (Yes I possibly have been reading too much Patrick O'Brian.)

Anyway, after that build-up, back to the tui.  There are about six working the tree at the moment and one always seems to be singing too.  If you call that "graaack peep peep peep peedlepeedle plonk plonk graaackk!" a song.


I have closed the gallery for a few days to give me time to deinstall and install the next exhibition... Look what happens when one opens a gallery in autumn...