Kicking Around Brooklyn in the Snow

I’ve been beating myself up lately for neglecting this blog… sigh… the reality is I’ve been doing so much travel and making so many pictures, I’ve really not had the time to develop or share them. Just got back from the US on Saturday. There’s over a thousand photos to process… Let’s start with a

Santa Monica Pier on a Cold and Lonely Night

The view from our budget hotel on Redondo Beach Drive was a bit surreal. The beach was many miles away and there was no shopping or nearby attractions, making me wonder what might have possessed anyone to build a hotel in such a place…But having settled in, we decided to go to Santa Monica Pier

St Patrick’s Church, Hawea Flat, New Zealand

My daughter’s friend lived in this charming historic church in Central Otago, which was designed by the renowned George Gilbert Scott. He was the architect of the Christchurch Cathedral which was destroyed by the earthquake of 2011. It was the first church in the area (soon followed by St Ninyans and another near Tarras). It

Good fences

This image has a couple of inspirations – Happy Daze commented on my post the other day that good fences make good neighbours. Which got me thinking about good fences and good neighbours… I took this photo on a trip to the south Pacific islands late last year – it was taken in Lifou, which

Big Buddha

Isn’t it ironic? Is it? Maybe no. Maybe not at all. Is Orwell even read any more or is he fading into the dimming past? He seems more relevant today than ever before in my lifetime. Though he became so politically incorrect, excoriated by both the left and the right, I enjoyed almost everything he

Phoney Fake Fabulous Fun

Despite that glitz and glamour are about as far from anything I would define as ‘my style,’ I love it on a ship – the glitzier and more over the top, the better. I suppose it’s the immersion in a world that is not mine, not of my design or under my control.  And not

Graverobbing

I find myself there, digging away, like a thief in the night, studying the names and the dates and families. Who lived long, who perished at sea, what pauper drowned and was buried with a beloved son? Whose child was snatched away 2 years 3 months and 4 days from her birth? It’s all there

Once Upon a Sunset

You would think I’d be out chasing sunsets every night…

Cabo Dawn

The sun was just coming up and the town was nearly deserted, no vendors or hustlers or beautiful people. A water taxi driver offered to take us out around the harbour, charging little more than a song. A truly enchanted and enchanting experience, the honey light, the seals and pelicans, the turquoise sea and this

Narcissist

Almost feel like I should apologise for another monkey shot… In the west, my sign is Taurus the bull and wherever I go they mosey on over and wanna have a cuddle. According to the Chinese calendar, I am a monkey, and I suppose that might be as good an explanation as any for my