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Bottlebrush Christmas

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Just a bit of holiday goofiness, courtesy of the bottlebrush trees down the street – the blooms are cranberry red with a fine dusting of crisp, new-fallen snow…

Nevermind it’s summer here…

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15/12/2011 at 11:08 pm


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14/12/2011 at 11:25 pm


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I know I was damned curious. Just what was down there they didn’t want me to see? Didn’t want me to know about? Maybe thought I was going to steal it from them just because I knew it was there… I wonder…

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14/12/2011 at 12:39 am


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It’s been at least a month since I posted an image of a monkey – way past due… I love the determined and utterly serious faces of these two cotton top tamarin monkeys on the watch…

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12/12/2011 at 11:09 pm

Fresh or…

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This berry is actually growing in a home garden. When it is fully ripe, it will be sweet, juicy and sun warmed. Mmm I can almost taste it now…

It’s not as bad in NZ as in a lot of places – there is no commercially grown GE food produced here – but farmers here, like pretty much everywhere, clamour for more chemicals and pesticides and fungicides and herbicides… we may not have Roundup ready crops, but we do have Roundup…

And it’s one of the few political issues that can still get a rise out of me – how our food has been almost completely wrested from our control – the quality, the variety (oh yes, in the snack food aisle we do have a couple hundred brands and flavours of chips…) the ingredients… most people don’t even know how to cook the simplest foods anymore and we are bombarded with so much conflicting information of what is good to eat, what is better and what should be shunned.

I was one of the people who just loved tofu… now it’s best eaten when you are already on your deathbed… I’m still trying to figure if it really is bad for you and all the health gurus had it wrong all those years, or… is it exactly the same as it always was and has been for a couple of millenia but GE soybeans have disgraced the bean entirely and so even organic tofu is out of fashion? How can you find out? Who can you trust? Who doesn’t have an agenda. Who is spouting lies out of well-meaning ignorance?

How many layers of science, politics and bullshit is our food wrapped in? How far away from a sun ripened berry can a packaged, store-bought berry be? Bring me a woodchuck! He wood know…

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12/12/2011 at 12:03 am

Project work

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I think we’ve all got these laying around, stuff we’d really like to do ‘when we have the time.’ And of course, it’s not that we don’t really have the time – we could use the time we spend watching TV or playing videogames or reading blogs to do them – but my theory is we like the idea of the end result and are bored by the idea of the middle part, the actual doing…

And then it got me thinking about projects, and how a project once meant a DIY effort of some kind or other… Those with skill, patience and finesse would end up with something professional, and those that didn’t – well, who hasn’t tucked a disastrous hand-made gift in the back of a shelf somewhere, only to come across it a few years down the road…

But now projects have gone corporate… they will never be the same…

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10/12/2011 at 11:25 pm

Give a fig

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Oh yeah… when mother nature puts on a show! Of course I tweaked the contrast and upped the saturation to to really bring out the glorious detail of this fig in bloom… I have never seen such a gorgeous specimen! And it’s growing on the fig tree in my daughter’s garden… Just splendid!

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09/12/2011 at 10:36 pm

Crane fly

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I used to think these guys were giant mosquitoes… You know – they are large, rather like Daddy Long Legs. But they fly at night, snagging mozzies as they go. This one was clinging to my bedroom wall for hours yesterday – keeping my husband company as he went about his business.

He was gone in the morning.

One of the things I love about the new camera is that I took this with a 300mm lens, since I have not yet got a macro lens. This post is about 1/25 of the size of the original final, cropped image…

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07/12/2011 at 8:59 pm

Carnie II

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Yes, you know it’s true… never, ever in my definitely NOT misspent youth, did I stand beside some hunky dude willing to blow all his hard-earned cash shooting tin cans to win me a large stuffed anything.

That girl had skinny legs and short shorts and wore a bikini top, instead of a blouse. And her hair was blonde, fluttered in the breeze and glistened in the neon.

I stood there sucking on my cherry snow cone and hated her with the kind of envy only a teenage girl can muster.

Obviously, I still do. She better be fat and ugly now or the universe is gonna pay!

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06/12/2011 at 10:15 pm


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Wonder what it was about those carnie guys… from here, they look like boozing, womanising, low-life losers – the kind you’d cry your eyes out if your daughter ever took up with one. Back when I was fifteen, they were the next best thing to a rock star – and just as interested in me… Sigh… it will always be the dream…

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05/12/2011 at 11:11 pm

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