Titirangi Storyteller

It’s complicated

Titirangi Storyteller — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:29:46 +0000

He may be the king of the jungle, but looking at her face, I know where the power lies.

Tree Theory

Titirangi Storyteller — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 20:06:31 +0000

And then there’s the folks who like to dress trees up. They might have the most fun of all…

Summer at the beach

Titirangi Storyteller — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 12:01:55 +0000

Since we all seem to love boats so much… just a pretty picture of a picture perfect holiday village on the beach with a beautiful boat just waiting for the tide to come in and sweep it off for an adventure…

Beautiful Blue

Titirangi Storyteller — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 11:24:22 +0000

Apologies for the re-run, but it’s a bit full-on at the moment and this was taken back in 2009, the last time I was in New York. It’s a wig stand in a subway station. I do love New York!

cemetery ramble

Titirangi Storyteller — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 09:05:22 +0000

It’s not that I have a morbid fascination with cemeteries, they are just so photogenic, that’s all…

Landing

Titirangi Storyteller — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 02:21:48 +0000

The seagull is just so under-rated, so underappreciated.

Arrivederci Burano

Titirangi Storyteller — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 04:14:38 +0000

One of those magical, out of time places that seem too charming to possibly be real…

This one clicks to a nice 1024 pixels wide…

Not all heavenly

Titirangi Storyteller — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 12:32:17 +0000

A cemetery angel – come on hard times.

Eternally disgruntled

Titirangi Storyteller — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 12:26:53 +0000

I spotted this Celtic Cross from across the cemetery
so beautiful catching the last rays of sun
before it slipped behind the hills and let the night creep in
And yet – in every image
it seems a scowling, sneering scold
pity it’s sullen companion
who has neither means of respite nor escape.

Peacock travesty

Titirangi Storyteller — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 12:51:23 +0000

Had a bit of a play with this gypsy caravan. I like it better this way.

I don’t think the gypsies living in it were real gypsies, not that I’ve ever known any real gypsies, so I can’t say for sure. But they seemed more like some folks I knew back in the 70s, who somehow never managed to apply their ideals and world view to the world the rest of us that managed the application transition process ended up living in.

I wonder if this beast is the equivalent of driving a Lexus. Not that I know anyone that drives a Lexus, either… hmmm…