
‘Memorial Gardens’

‘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.
.

‘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?

‘Yellow Propeller’
…waiting to turn and churn again…

‘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?

‘Whirl Of Pain’
This is for those trapped in a whirl of pain; the razor wire of your personal hell encircling you.
You don’t need to be told what pain feels like.
But you have to believe there is some good in you, and the world, and that you will find it somehow.
Just in the same way that there is light and sky through the wire in the photo,”beyond” awaits…

‘Palm Calm’