‘House Of Myself’
…entering in, again, the house of myself. a light beckons, the home fire burns still – the spirit finds rest where i belong…
House Of Myself
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View Of Rangitoto From Tahuna Torea
‘View Of Rangitoto From Tahuna Torea’
Looking northwards from the sandspit near the mouth of the Tamaki River to Auckland’s iconic volcanic island, Rangitoto.
There are few sights that make me happier than a clear view of the island.
I know I am home then.
Where The Heart Is
A row of houses close to the water in Pittenweem, Scotland.
People’s homes – and the locals I met in my short time there were as sweet as their abodes.
I felt very much at home in the small town, and even though I have returned to my antipodean home, I think I left I piece of my heart there…
Seahorse In The Sky
Have you passed by a place a thousand times and never noticed something, and then suddenly you do?
I had one of those moments during the week ,when I had a few minutes up my sleeve and stopped on the way to my work shift up at the marae.
Okaku Bay is a lovely flat beach on the Waitemata Harbour in Auckland and the seahorse statue atop a column adorns the art deco changing sheds there. How I had never spotted it before I don’t know.
In my recent travel overseas I filled my photographic boots with all sorts of animalistic symbols – lion, wolves, and unicorns, to name a few, so perhaps had become attuned to seeing such things. Travel in new places causes us to look at home with fresh eyes, too.
It’s all about the magic in the mundane, where ordinary buildings and spaces come alive with images of fantastic creatures. The seahorse discovery transformed my routine day!
Sheen
Back home from my travels to the UK and Spain,and back to the estuary in Auckland, the Tamaki, that provides much tidal inspiration to me.
As I have never lived more than a few minutes from it, to sit by the river the day after my return,with its sunstruck sheen, is to know that I am home.
And, if it lacks the renown or glamour of some of the places I saw in Europe, home is always shiny special.
Come Frolic In The Ferns
Last in this little trilogy (see Fern Rainbows and Fronds On The Fading Year for more).
Here, the lush ferns seem to be dancing and inviting you in to play with them.
Did you know that the silver fern is one of New Zealand’s national symbols?
These are ferns of a slightly different variety, but are still strong signifiers of home -strength and resilience, beauty and harmony.
Dive right in!
Pohutukawa Dusk Spirit
Pohutukawa trees – shore sentinels as the day fades – the spirit of home, always.
Ebb Then Flood 