The Church Below The Mountain

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‘The Church Below The Mountain’

Biomimicry – where animals mimic their surrounds, and man made objects copy nature.

In this shot of an Anglican church in a small New Zealand town, the church’s roof and steeple mirror the apex of the mountain and the trees jutting from it.

Sometimes imitation isn’t just flattery; it can be aspirational.

Aren’t we all reaching upwards for a touch of heaven?

The church is handsome, but as in the story of Moses, it’s always the mountain that challenges and inspires.

Painted In Memory

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‘Painted In Memory’

This is a vista of Mangawhai Heads in New Zealand’s Northland, shot in the falling afternoon today but painted with the memories of our stays here over twenty years.

So many good times!

This view, from the deck of the place we stay, never seems to change, even if we have changed and continue to change over time.

It is a restful anchor for weary souls.

Sublime and serene!

 

 

 

 

View From The Rotunda

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‘View From The Rotunda’

More of the rotunda (see Band Rotunda ),this time from within the vintage structure in the Auckland Domain.

It’s quiet now, but come summer, come post-Covid (whenever that will be),there will be concerts, bands and music to lift the spirit.

Meantime, there is a pause before the show that hits the right notes for me, right now.

 

Endless

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‘Endless’

 

I was binge watching the second series of the Ricky Gervais Netflix series ‘Afterlife’ during the weekend.

Wickedly funny, but also filled with pathos and ruminations on our common mortality.

Right at the end of the series the soundtrack featured Iron and Wine’s song ‘Passing Afternoon’ from the 2004 album ‘Our Endless Numbered Days’.

Key lyric:

“There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days”.

Quite.

The photograph above was recently taken looking over a coastal cliff on a walk ( I haven’t spent all of lockdown on my arse watching TV! ).

The gradations of colour, the deepening sea and the pattern of the waves held me in quiet thrall.

As I took in the view below me; as I watched Gervais’s character grapple with life and death; as Iron and Wine’s gorgeous song played, I found myself drifting….

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