One Sunday afternoon at a flower show.

A pillow for the sun.

Reflections of Flower Island.

Salvaged & Recycled.

Budding bonsai trees.

An autumn tornado.

For bums and buskers.

Monsieur Lapin.

Ruins of the unknown.

Broken hearted.

A lady flower.

A miniature Unicorn (their horns don’t come through till they come of age).

Seasonal window.

Bizzz buzzz.

We are the lucky ones.

Never to be lost.

Christchurch, my little broken city, I will love you forever.

The leaves are changing, the winds are changing, are you changing?

Much love,

Jenny

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