

‘The House At No.29A’
…another old home that called to me to photograph it, this time in the Auckland suburb of Ponsonby, very genteel…
‘The House At No.29A’
…another old home that called to me to photograph it, this time in the Auckland suburb of Ponsonby, very genteel…
‘The House at No.12’
…a random old wooden villa in a leafy Auckland suburb today; I often wonder who has lived, or still lives, in the homes that catch my eye…
‘Mission Revival House’
‘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…
‘Beach House, Late Arvo’
‘Blue House, Eaves & Sky’
…the infinite lies beyond the lines…
‘Porthole House’
‘Art Deco House, Dargaville’
…pretty as a picture….oh, that is what is has become…
‘The Blue Mansion’
Possibly the most gorgeous house I have set foot in.Having a blue sort of day today, so this is to remind of the beauty in that hue.
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‘The House In The West’
…the last house before the west goes wild…
‘House For Sale’
…waiting in the rain for a new owner…
‘Sitting By The Front Door’
‘Sixties: Lines And Angles’
By way of contrast to the older houses in the previous two posts, here is a shot of an “original state” sixties home on one of my walking routes.
Simple, brutalist design; all lines and angles.
Can’t decide whether it is ugly or a thing of retro beauty.
Eye of the beholder, and all that…
‘Vermillion House’
…bright red flowers creeping up your walls,your stony exterior obscured by that which brightens the day like a smile….
‘ ‘The Roaring Stag’, National Park Village
(#6 in a series of shots of small town New Zealand)
‘Eaves And Windows’
‘Penguin House’
‘The Skies Over Your House’
” If the house of the world is dark, love will find a way to make windows.”
– Rumi
Continuing on from the last post, Turret House ,here is the other place mentioned therein, the so-called “Tin Man House’. I guess because of the turret’s likeness to the hat worn by that character in ‘The Wizard Of Oz’, not because it has no heart…it does.
This gothic beauty ,with its white paintwork gleaming in the sunlight,looks harmless enough right now,but at midnight on a moonless night I reckon the turret would be more akin to the Wicked Witch’s hat, and emanating serious spookiness and evil… I won’t be creeping round in the dark to find out though…