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…
A cemetery angel – come on hard times.
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.
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, whoContinue reading “Peacock travesty”
Highly suspect, unpermitted roadworks No traffic management plan No resource consent No public consultation No tendering process An outrage! Why there oughta be a law…
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 tarantulasContinue reading “Reflections”
Why is it that low tide always seems so mournful? Beach flicks are always shot at high tide. There was no low tide on Bay Watch (not that I ever watched two episodes of Bay Watch, mind you, though I had to watch one to find out what the fuss was about.) I’m not evenContinue reading “Low tide II”
Funny how I must have walked by this a hundred times and never noticed it until today – remnants of some celebration at least a few year ago. Decent wine, too.
This happens to be Auckland, New Zealand – but it could be downtown anywhere. The ubiquitous needle-tower, brightly coloured glass and chic hotels and office buildings. Reminds me of The Matrix. Pretty to look at, nice to live in. Maybe a little too choreographed, but we’ve got other things on our minds.
I do not like Paris. There. I said it. It’s out there… I can sit back now and wait for everyone that’s been there that just LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED Paris to tell me how wrong I am to not like Paris. How I must have done this wrong. Or that wrong. Or I don’t understand this orContinue reading “Paris in the storm”