Remember when we used to run and jump in puddles instead of carefully walking around them… fortunately, the raindrops have never grown up and got so dull…
Why else would a naked tree be standing out there, in the face of a coming storm?
It bucketed for most of the afternoon, pounding, driving rain, with the trees whipping a bit of wind howling, so dark at noon it seemed it must be sundown. In the middle of the day, this was a six second exposure with no filters. Yeah, these are trees in my back garden, taken through myContinue reading “The Storm”
The last day of our week-long stay on the South Island. We’d had perfect weather every day – but this morning awoke to heavy cloud cover and light rain. We decided not to take the Crown Road from Wanaka to Queenstown as it crosses the Crown Range and conditions can change very suddenly, leaving theContinue reading “After the Storm”
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”
I found Aruba to be a rather odd sort of place. The climate/environment seemed a cross between Florida and Arizona – beaches and cactus, hot dry winds and afternoon thunderstorms. It’s a Dutch possession and its main commercial area is a candy floss faux Amsterdam, sans the canals. Actually it’s sans anything Dutch, but bustlingContinue reading “Before the Storm”