A bit torn by the end of things

In the wake of the Collective and Diane’s touching post, I’d just like to mention that nobody is taking the close of this gathering very lightly.  Until we meet again in foreign countries and future Collectives, some of us will harbour a little sadness in our hearts, and – as highlighted by the following collage – some of us wear the pain openly on our faces.

An American Driving in New Zealand

I think I’m finally getting the hang of driving in this fine country. Much like writing with my opposing hand, it feels a bit odd at first, and you make some mistakes:

With a quick run through the local carwash and a touch of spray paint, the car is looking like new.