
‘Torn Pillar’

‘Torn Pillar’

‘Striped And Scarred’
Palm trunk detail, striped and scarred.
Patterns of age, growth and wear.
Those markings are on the outside.
What of our own stripes and scars, often invisible to others?
I suspect that we all have them.
Remember, that the markings of adversity and growth remind us how far we have come and who we really are.

‘Glossy Green’

‘Slant’

‘Through The Vee’

‘Spring Oak Verdant’
...hope springs eternal…

‘Cut’
…you only really know what lies within when you are cut apart…

‘Back To The Hanging Tree’
I think of it as ‘the hanging tree’ in my mind.
Not that people have swung in death from the branches of this particular pohutukawa tree (or I hope not anyway).
Rather, it is the impressive grouping of dangling aerial roots that provides the name I have for the tree that I return to regularly.
However, when the sun goes down, and in a wind, there is something spectral and eerie about the fibrous growths as they sway…

‘Palm Calm’

‘Climb This !’

‘Twisted Branches, Fractured Sky’

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

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

‘Frondness’


Auckland’s a ghost town in lockdown.
Spookily quiet, with the threat of disease and death the back drop to every muted scene.
The hanging aerial roots of a coastal pohutukawa tree add to the spectral vibe…


When the jacaranda is in bloom
when lilac royally adorns
the fading year
with a soft crown
of new possibilities

There aren’t too many straight lines in nature (or in life for that matter).
Here, branches deviate and twist; leaves are splayed like stars.
All angles and curves every which way – sprawling ,kinetic and chaotic.
And that is exactly how it should be…