Through The Trees

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‘Through The Trees’                                                  Hanmer Springs, NZ.  July 2013


                                            wooden shafts

                                                       shafts of light and air

                                                                  run parallel

                                                                             then merge

                                                                                         in memories


This World, Not Simply Visited


I took a few shots of a street mural down the way from my home in Auckland a couple of days ago, and now present a portion of it detailing a world globe.

Very cool… I love maps and globes of all sorts and will give the artist some leeway in the geographical accuracy stakes!

Anyway, I post this as I am off to the other side of the world, Europe, on Sunday, for the first time in thirty years. Just a tad excited, and like all tourists, I have been busy plotting and planning the places I most want to visit in the pretty limited amount of time I have.

Which brings this visitor-in-waiting to the below words from a favourite poet,which certainly give food for thought:


” When it’s over, I want to say all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.


When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.


I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.


I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”


– Mary Oliver, excerpt from “When Death Comes”


The New Flow


Walked down to the river shore this afternoon to calm my head.

An ebb tide, about as far out as can be.

Mudflats, shell banks, strewn rocks exposed.

And layered and eroded sandstone, captured in this photo and then subjected to some post-production flight of fancy.

Something bright, molten and fluid resulted.

It brought to mind, and to life, a poem I wrote a while back ( I don’t write many) and posted here:  Bond / Flow

This is for those who have ever lost hope.

Peace,Andy L.


The Widening Gyre


 “Turning and turning in the widening gyre

  The falcon cannot hear the falconer

  Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold…”

                        – W.B.Yeats ,excerpt from ‘The Second Coming’

These often quoted lines of poetry are mesmerising and terrifying to me , and the whole work is said to be prophetical and allegorical.

I’ll leave the latter for the scholars of literature to debate.

But the words have spoken to me deeply and personally of a time when my centre could no longer hold.

Things fell apart.

I was a lost falcon without direction.

Forces were beyond my  control.



As shockingly vivid as the hues and shapes of this picture, but thankfully in the past.

All I can say, if you’re in the eye of a chaotic hurricane , is that ” this too, shall pass.”


The Monolith Looms

20181029_220516 (2)20190121_22390620181114_215452 (2)in onehunga
the monolith looms
on the hill
we all see
what is missing
as keenly
as what
is left behind
the slopes of cornwall park
rolling gentle and green
a central city country estate
shared by joggers and dog walkers
scaring sheep
avoiding bulls

– excerpt from ‘Octopus Auckland: 8 Suburbs’, poem by Karlo Mila

With these words my poet friend Karlo describes the pictured hill ,Maungakiekie (One Tree Hill as it is also known) and the surrounding Cornwall Park near the suburb of Onehunga ,Auckland. Photos are from my regular visits there.Seven other suburbs also get the treatment in her analogy of my hometown as a ‘feke'(Tongan for octopus).

Footnote ,and to clarify some of the stanza: The large pine tree that once graced the summit is gone, mortally wounded in a chainsaw attack of protest almost twenty years ago by a Maori activist. What remains is the striking obelisk in the centre frame. It was conceived in times gone by as a “memorial” to the indigenous Maori people, whom many European settlers then thought would gradually die out.

However,they, like the obelisk, are still here…