
‘Sky Gallery’
…you may frame it, you just can’t hang it…
‘Sky Gallery’
…you may frame it, you just can’t hang it…
‘Orange On Green’
‘Freedom, Communism, A Mannequin’
A surreal scene during Catalan protests in Barcelona in October last year.
A mannequin is unmoved as a fashion store window is daubed with a red hammer and sickle and a yellow freedom protest ribbon. Leafy trees and the sky are reflected in the window, giving a sense of calm in the general unrest.
‘Reflecting Pool Reflects Rain’
The last in a mini-series of four photographs of Auckland’s Savage Memorial, taken hastily as the rain came down this week .
The memorial honours Michael Joseph Savage, first Labour Prime Minister of New Zealand, and is one of my favourite local places to visit (even when it is sodding down!)
‘Memorial Gardens’
‘Flowers At The Memorial’
Savage Memorial, Auckland NZ, August 2020
‘Degradation’
A degraded view:
The steps have rusted out.
The concrete is broken.
Leaves are scattered on the ground.
A branch of a tree has fallen into the river.
It’s all falling apart, folks!
And it is kinda beautiful….
‘I Just Want To Vent’
Venting : for when you are more closed than open.
‘House Of Cats’
One from the travel archives to brighten the day of feline lovers, or art lovers for that matter.
This shot was taken in Barcelona late last year. I was taken by the varied cat images and soft colour geometric highlights on the wall of a central city building.
Not until sometime later did I notice the curling shape at top left of the image.
The tail of a mystery black cat perhaps?
‘House For Sale’
…waiting in the rain for a new owner…
‘Back To The Hanging Tree’
I think of it as ‘the hanging tree’ in my mind.
Not that people have swung in death from the branches of this particular pohutukawa tree (or I hope not anyway).
Rather, it is the impressive grouping of dangling aerial roots that provides the name I have for the tree that I return to regularly.
However, when the sun goes down, and in a wind, there is something spectral and eerie about the fibrous growths as they sway…
‘Pluviophile’s Dream III’
…lost in this watery dreaming, just can’t see my way clear…
‘Pluviophile’s Dream II’
…more diamonds on my windshield…
‘Pluviophile’s Dream’
“These diamonds on my windshield, these tears from heaven”, as Tom Waits once sang, and this photo taken today shows.
Pluviophiles (rain lovers) don’t cry when the sky does.
A dreary Sunday in a lockdown is just an excuse to drive to the nearby shore by myself , and revel in the rain as it sluices from the clouds and drips down the windscreen.
The view may be obsured – but I don’t care – I have diamonds.
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‘Winterlaced’
‘Carried On The Breeze’
‘Wind On The Rock Pool’
‘In The Pines’
The below song ,an old favourite of mine from Western Australian group The Triffids, came to mind as I walked through some coastal pines the other day. A bit mournful, like the wind whistling through the pines…
‘Porthole (Tiny Soul Window)’
Past the imperfect paint work and the rust stains, to the tiny window on it all .Within, the shelter of the cabin; outside, the vastness of the sea. If I would peer through you, what sort of soul would I see?