Grace

On the ride back home… warm and tired, watching the sun set in honey hues, thinking how pretty it is. And then a flock of seagulls flies into the frame and I am so glad I have my camera in my lap. It may not be as sharp as I would like, but capturing just

Unemboweled?

I don’t know how else to describe this tree root. The tree above is hale and strong, and yet these secret, sacred parts are all exposed, so anyone can see them. I can touch them with my prying eyes. I’m pretty sure we are just not supposed to know the details of the underground lives

Oakley Creek Reflection 2 & 3

The more I look at these photos, the more I think Oakley Creek might be one of Auckland’s secret wonders… it manages to ramble through a lot of suburbia, yet I spotted only a couple of houses through the bush. It’s the perfect foil for a cerulean sky – the sort we get as a

The 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 my

Shivering, naked & in a very bad temper

When I was a child, the trees in winter looked so innocent and naked, out there standing in the cold and snow. I thought they must waiting for spring to come, to dress them up again. These days, I’m not so sure… they remind me more of shaven old arthritic cats, quivering and shivering, claws

Forgotten Dystopia

Even our vision of dystopia was innocent 40 years ago.

If Kali were a tree

I’ve recently developed a fascination for Kali – the Hindu goddess of…  hmmm… Just what is she the goddess of? Depends who you talk to as there seems a bit of confusion, even among Hindus. She runs the gamut from annihilator to earth-mother. One man I work with turned a bit pale when he spied