Bleehhhh..
How I wish i could write to my hearts content, without the thoughts of "Who's reading this?" at the back of my head. Many times I pour my thoughts and frustrations here, only to hold down the <--BkSp key long enough to give me a white box again. Really, there's no one you can share your deepest thoughts with. None, except one.
I feel like being artsy now. Abstractly artsy. Though it's probably not something I would admire at the end. Hmm..I should look into getting an artist's tripod (is that what u call it?) with a canvas on it, and some paint! Then maybe I can splash away to my heart's content! Or I could buy up a huge white wall, somewhere hidden. And paint whatever I feel like on it. And I can paint over it whenever I feel like it. Or maybe I should not be over-ambitious. Maybe a sketch book and some paint from the $2 Shop will do. 
Though the fig tree does not bud, and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails, and the fields produce no food, though there are sheep in the pen, and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior! Habakkuk 3:17-18
It has been a struggle to live with joy that comes from within. But I know that this joy does not come from just anything, not even the happiest moments of my life.
Miracles in the morning
The world through frames

Beautiful Sunset (ahem!)

Auckland City Skyline
One Tree Hill (volcanic crater!! Those are real volcanic rocks!)