‘Cloaked In Autumn Red II’
‘Red Neon Cross’
‘Reds, Reeds & Ripples’
vivid red crowns
mark summer’s ascension
to its deep southern throne
In New Zealand, as Christmas approaches, the red flowers of flax bushes are a more than adequate substitute for holly berries.
Not a great deal of snow around though…
‘When The Red King Comes’
Two small things collided during the week in way that made perfect sense to me:
A lunchtime walk down to Auckland’s city wharves, where the old wrought iron fence sports carved faces of Neptune/Poseidon in a vivid red.
And a major overhaul of my digital music collection that unearthed this psychedelic/jangle gem from cult band Elf Power (an early track of theirs that lends this post its title).YouTube share below.
Enjoy the pairing!
‘Red Rose Ruffled’
…ruffled petals layered; a beautiful mess…
‘Host Of Little Mouths’
‘Red Doors, Blue Doors, The Rain’
… colours kicking against the gloom…
‘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.
…bright red flowers creeping up your walls,your stony exterior obscured by that which brightens the day like a smile….
‘Red Hibiscus, Summer Fading’
I went up to my lawn bowls club a few hours ago.
I needed a last minute practice ahead of one of the biggest events on the Auckland bowls calendar – the men’s singles championship.
However, I was thwarted in my attempt to practice when the automatic spinkler system came on by surprise. F**k! Got a bit damp…
Dragging my bowls bag out of a potential soaking, I admired and photographed this hollyhock, with its splendid crimson tones, in the late afternoon sun. The time wasn’t completely wasted then.
I will be hope to blossom in the tournament tomorrow, as opposed to bleeding blood red…
“He liked to observe emotions ; they were like red lanterns strung along the dark unknown of another’s personality, marking vulnerable points.”
– Ayn Rand, from ‘Atlas Shrugged’