‘Insight On Confusion’
Confusion: that which lies between the things we think we can control.
Blossoms Ascending
‘Blossoms Ascending’
Walk The Path
‘Walk The Path’
“No one saves us but ourselves.
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path.”
– Buddha
Garden Sharpened
‘Garden Sharpened’
…I came to the garden for peace and softness – there was none to be found…
Random Thoughts
‘Random Thoughts’
Random thoughts.
Fuzzy often.
Or like sparks igniting unexpected insights.
Going off on tangents, in every direction, hard to control.
It wouldn’t be any sort of mind life without them.
Sometimes they make no sense at all; at other times they are the missing piece in a puzzle.
Thoughts are just that – thoughts. You don’t have to act on them, but you can!
I mean, this post was going to be something completely different until the above image sent my mind off and running somewhere else.
So, I will leave you with these random thoughts for the day, and wish you moments of your own filled with delightful randomness!
Climb This !
‘Climb This !’
For Love
‘For Love’
Pukeko’s Realm
‘Pukeko’s Realm’
The black and blue king of his watery realm, a branch his sunlit throne.
A Profusion Of Protrusions
‘A Profusion Of Protrusions’
The striking effect of massed mangrove aerial roots sticking up through the mud at low tide on the Tamaki River.
Pondscape
‘Pondscape’
… just look what the pond saw…
Melt
‘Melt’
Another building art related shot from last Sunday’s walkabout in Auckland’s Ponsonby.
Abstract snow (or maybe ice cream!) appears to melt from window sills.
Literally, very cool!
Rose Tinted Buried Memories
‘Rose Tinted Buried Memories’
Why is it that we look back with such fondness on what lies half buried in memory?
‘Birds Used To Sit Here And Watch People Far Below’
‘Birds Used To Sit Here And Watch People Far Below’
Detail of the sculpture shown in the previous post Half Buried Memories .
The carved inscription gives the title to this entry.
Memories remain.
(for the record, birds still sit, and shit, on the sunken parapet)
Half Buried Memories
‘Half Buried Memories’
No, it’s not the results of a New Zealand earthquake, but rather a sculptural piece in Auckland commenting (perhaps) on the loss of historical buildings, and that greater emotional loss which accompanies that process.
While I was taking the picture on the weekend, a colourful local approached and told me that he had opposed the sculpture’s installation years ago. A “waste of money” ,”not actually real”. Just attracted people wanting to take photos (“like me?”, I asked smilingly).
That was as may be, but there was no getting around the period in the 1980s when developers, according to the bloke, were hell bent on pulling down old buildings and replacing them with new and shiny edifices, before new “heritage” planning rules prevented them doing so without some preservation measures being undertaken.
It is a burial site of a kind, even if “not real”, and evokes the feelings you associate with those places.
In the background, the newer high rise buildings of downtown can be seen through the trees.
There will come a time when they too will be demolished to make way for something “better” and more progressive.
And only memories will remain.
An Unlucky Entrance
‘An Unlucky Entrance’
Palmtop Crown
‘Palmtop Crown’
…you wear it well..
Droplets On Leaves
‘Droplets On Leaves’
…glistening where they lie, after falling from the sky…
Slake The Thirst
‘Slake The Thirst’
“The World thirsts for love; you will come and slake its thirst” – Arthur Rimbaud
Clock Tower, Flag & Bird
‘Clock Tower, Flag & Bird’
Sitting By The Front Door
‘Sitting By The Front Door’
ebb then flood 