Posts Tagged ‘Titirangi’
Sorry I’ve been AWOL the last week… funny thing when you commit to a 366 day project… Obviously I take it seriously, since I am in the second year now. This is actually the 457th photo since September 2010 – excluding reruns when I went on holiday and such. And every so often I just have no inspiration – every photo seems flat, lifeless, nothing happening. And when even nothingness can interest me – well, it’s time for a wee chill.
I suppose a bit of the lacklustre-ness of the moment is its sense of a rite of passage with my daughter getting married. Of course I am happy for her and her new husband and the day was wonderful.
But I think for parents, and maybe even moreso for grandparents, it marks a change in the order of things, passing of the torch. As it should be. But one feels one’s oats. One looks in the mirror and a little bit of its magic has worn off. How could so much time have passed so quickly. It does not feel so long ago when I stood on the edge of life, drinking it all in, trying to be brave, trying to be strong, trying to be sure.
It is all good and all right and the way it is supposed to be. It’s life. I guess it’s a ride that you got on somewhere without realising and there’s no getting off until it’s over…
Phrases like ‘end of the line’ and ‘last stop’ imply a more extensive finality. In reality, this is my little bus shelter just up the road from my house. It’s the last stop – the nightmare run for beginning drivers with hairpin turns down the twisty mountain road. I had one Maori woman driver break into tears one day – I was the last passenger and it was her first time on her own.
The road is quite narrow and for some unknown reason they run a full size city bus down here. Other cars and pedestrians blanch in fear when they see a massive bus approaching. And I’ve been terrified being a passenger in both car and bus. As for being a pedestrian – I rather like that the bus driver seeing me walk will often stop and ask if I want a ride the rest of the way down the hill.
This is when you REALLY want to be a palm reader! Or have one handy… This lady lives just up the road from me – ran into her in her altogether on the way home this afternoon… Medusa had nothing on her!!!
Sorry I’ve been missing out a day or so here and there… the wedding is 8 days away… energies are going elsewhere…
I sometimes think I go on about my idyllic life in the bush a little too much… and this picture is so very idyllic… However… these are my kitchen windows… living in the woods, the stormy windy, tree pollen, bush goo and spider web woods (not to mention the wetas that look like naked tarantulas and the wood roaches that look an awful lot like drunk cockroaches with beer bellies) they get very dirty. And someone has to clean them.
That someone is me. I spent today, the most perfect day (except for the wee storm that blew through around 4pm) washing windows – inside and out. 8 huge windows in the kitchen and 15 in the lounge… in the end, they sparkled. Of course I had to take a photo.
Titirangi Beach is just down the hill from me. From time to time I like to take my long lens and go spy on the birdlife. I don’t think I’ve run into one of these before. There were three of them there, happily feasting on our local delicacies. However, they were insistent on presenting their hind quarters – and the closer I got, the less they would cooperate. A little myopic, but lovely little sea birds.