
‘Blue Door, Green Door, A Tilted Cross’

‘Blue Door, Green Door, A Tilted Cross’

‘To Keep Out The Sea’
A new seawall on Auckland’s Tamaki River, filled with rock and brave intentions.
Nature wore down its predecessor.

‘Down At The Dockside Again’
More mindless ship watching (see Down At The Dockside At Dawn for more).
Got me out of the office at least.
This time a Bahaman behemoth lies at the wharf – the intriguingly named “Firmament Ace”.
Freight rolls on and off, the shutter clicks and it’s back to work, wondering where she is headed next.
Not an office I’ll wager…

‘Atop The Wharf ‘
…parallel lines, oblivious birds…

‘Salty Dog Day Afternoon’
…oh, to be happy and free as a dog amongst the waves…

‘You’re Growing on Me’
…curling lichen spread…

‘Good Vibrations Emanating’

‘Shifting Surface’
A wave is liquid motion – complex physics and restless poetry combined.
Always shifting; never repeating.
Its form is a function of wind, tide and topography.
Its colour reflects the sky and mirrors the depths.
Unique, and then gone.
There is something incredibly pure about that.

‘Tiny Yellow Globes’

‘Against The Odds’
…you can get choked by adverse forces, but you just might grow despite them…

‘Beauty is Hard To Find Sometimes’

‘A Walk On The Breakwater’

‘Out Through The Arch’
…houses, the sea, the afternoon sky; all framed by a masonry rainbow…arches are always optimistic!

‘The Red King’
The historic red iron fence along Auckland’s port area features heads of kings.
Apparently its Neptune/ Poseidon, the god and ruler of the sea, replete with pointy crown, large proboscis and flowing beard.
Magnificent!

‘Down At The Dockside At Dawn’
Down at the dockside
at dawn
a ship
set to wander
contiguous seas
in isolating days

‘Vermillion House’
…bright red flowers creeping up your walls,your stony exterior obscured by that which brightens the day like a smile….

‘Mudstalking In Golden Light’
A white-faced heron manages the neat trick of managing to walk gracefully through thick, oozing mud, illuminated by late afternoon sunlight.
I love to watch their slow, deliberate stalking gait as they forage. If they find something edible, the slo mo stuff ends with rapid beak-led motion towards their prey.

‘Double Derelict’
…a broken branch reflected…

‘Ruling The Roost’
Two little pied shags(cormorants) boss the branches. Very cool avians!

‘Gnarled’
…every branch tells a story; every life is this tree…