Good morning, Auckland…

It was a very unusual morning, the start of a very unusual day. And after that day, life got even stranger. So it goes. Not complaining or anything. Just saying. (For the full story, you can go here – http://tinyurl.com/mb8cc9a)   

Flock on the move

I have to say it’s damned hard to follow up my beautiful grazing sheep. But – it’s not a competition. And I rather like this overexposed flock of ducks on the run in the early morning hour. It was so still, the only thing I could hear was their wings.

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

Cafe Dawn

Queen St, Auckland. 7 am on a sunny September morning. The streets are quiet, clean and clear. A few cafe staff struggle, puffing away as they set up tables with sugar and serviettes. Maybe the odd early start punter dashes across the street against the light, hoping his favourite barrista is waiting. Mmmm I can

Let it Be the Dawn

A chorus of the wind, birds, little waves lapping. My own breath. My heart surely has something to say… We got no brilliant dawns in Wanaka this year… but two years ago – I am still awed… There are no filters or anything special done to this dawn, other than putting the camera on  a

Dawn Again

I’ve always been a night owl, even as a child. The dawn was a demon come to torment me and rip me from my sleep. Only recently have I come to see the error of my ways. I sleep even less now.

Let it be the dawn