January 02, 2005
butterflies
If it faced east, and was slightly closer to town, Eastbourne would be perfect. I love having sea and bush within walking distance. These pictures were taken on the way to Butterfly Creek, which is just over the hill from here. I’m not sure why it’s called that… if it was in Costa Rica it would be because there were a thousand different kinds of butterflies, including a blue morpho fluttering over the water (they look much shinier when you see them in a spot of sunlight by a waterfall in the jungle…)
I’m so nervous, I’m starting a poetry workshop on Wednesday, and I don’t think I can remember how to write… I wrote so little last year, just a few essays, maybe three poems the whole year. What if I can’t think of anything to say? At least I know a few of the people in the class, which makes it less scary… also means I can’t recycle old poems cos they’ll know. Damn.