old wharf posts
loved the shapes and colours…
…and even the black and white of it.
I’ve often wondered what stories could be told by the remnants of these mighty forest trees, brought down at last by age and storm…
an old giant rests
on the sand
(In Maori mythology Tanè is the god of forests and birds)
Summer is here at last, Rod is painting the front porch, and I have been pruning the Mandarin tree – and this morning we walked again by the river…
…the water was so calm and clear it was hard to see which way was up.
Was that a mermaid sitting on the driftwood in one of those pictures?
Remember the precious days of childhood…
who can resist
the splash of water
Raining here today – all day. Doesn’t look good for our Featherston trip tomorrow. So I thought I’d just enjoy some of my photos from a fine evening at the beach. These two were so busy checking their camera that they were taken by surprise when a wave rushed around the driftwood log – causing an outbreak of squeals and giggles…
life is full
of unexpected pleasures
cry of a gull
of soft feathers
a handy perch above the river.
Summer is finally living up to its promise, and so many small things to bring joy to our morning walks. Cacti flowers reaching to the wisps of cotton-wool clouds, driftwood admiring its own reflection in the river, and the brightness of sunlight through the leaves of a tree.
blue against blue
Something about the way this driftwood captured the light grabbed me…almost surreal.
discarded bodies of trees
litter the beach
and catch the evening light
beauty in brokenness