Adorning the window of my little dining room, a garland of glass stars by a Waitakere artist, Jenny McLeod, is a source of unending delight. A few days ago, the light of the morning sun struck the stars at just such an angle as to make them brilliant, but not too bright for the camera to catch them.
Just for fun, here’s a quote (a fairytale gift, in fact) I cannot resist: “Hans and Christian just stare at me, faces grim. All I can think of is how awesome it would be if my name were Andersen.”
(Cyn Balog, in the Starstruck)