It was time to get out. A long beach walk in the middle of winter seemed sensible. So that is what we did…we gathered up four kids who had spent all morning staring at various screens, two soccer balls, one camera and headed out into the brisk winter air for an afternoon at a beach not far from our home.
We had a great game of beach football, we walked and walked, had running races, jumped streams, collected shells, wrote our names in the sand, one even played in the water (even in July!). Two of us carried shoes, jackets, shirts and the collected shells. After hours on the beach, we were all a bit cold, a bit tired, but happy, laughing and sandy as we headed home.
I felt recharged and reconnected and really alive. The fog has started to clear and as it did, I saw the most beautiful view right there in front of me. A sign, I think.
There was a low, dense fog rolling into the valleys and a few chimneys on the hills in the distance, and nearby, curling out a trail of grey smoke. I imagine people stoked their fire places to warm up and dry out after three solid days of rain. Everything is drenched and it is cold, but it also looks so sparkly and clean after such a deluge. The storm clouds continued to gather on the horizon at dusk. All combined, it was a magical scene, for a fleeting moment before darkness.
I spotted this tree in Auckland recently. It’s silver white trunk was so smooth and shiny and seemed to go on for miles and miles toward toward the sky.
I imagined what it would be like to be a bird flying around and resting at the top of the tree, in the shelter of the branches, and looking out at the world from there.
at the Zoo at least…
a mud bath for two?
Or just a lazy Sunday snooze together!
A protea. It’s taking ages to blossom. But it is stunning even as a bud waiting to bloom so I don’t mind. It has many shades of pink (which I like) and is strangely velvet smooth to touch. Quite spectacular!
When I was growing up here in provincial New Zealand, it was all about sheep. There were apparently 60 million sheep and only 3 million of us people…a fact all children seemed to know. You couldn’t go anywhere without seeing sheep on the landscape. Now, apart from the odd lifestyle block with a couple of lambs, the rural scene is almost deserted of sheep. The vista of farmland now is entirely dominated by intensive dairy farming. But I did spot this little woolly scene while travelling recently. A sign of times gone by and I wondered as I took the photo… where did all the sheep, with their economic promises of wool and meat, (and not too forget their insanely cute little lambs) go?
and wild winter weather is all around me. But here is a little bit of last summer’s beauty to brighten up the day.
Sometimes a photo has to wait until the right moment. This one has sat quite a while, neglected and forgotten. By chance I came across it today and immediately liked the old, highly decorative and symmetrical church building contrasted nicely with the modern green spiky plant and the shot of deep blue in the foreground – a fence? What for I wonder….
I haven’t been blogging, sorry. I have been caught up in a project to collect together family photos and compile them into a book of memories. I found that after assorting such a pile of images of our life over one year, I realised three important things…1. how busy we are, 2. how much fun we actually have and 3. how much we had forgotten! I was sad that I had not recorded these memories anywhere apart from on my hard drive. My children have grown up in the era of on-line images, social media, digital images (stored on computers) and do not have many albums of memories of their childhood. I am going to fix this in the old fashioned way – with an album.
So, in the spirit of remembering and memories, here is one of my very first images I posted on my blog. A shot taken from my inspiration board in my art room. It still inspires me with its reminder to just “start something”.
Last year I was shocked to find a stem of orchid flowers growing in my garden on a seemingly almost dead plant. And this year, not one, not two, but three stems!
This stem I put in my bedroom, and the other two stems are in my lounge so everyone can enjoy the stunning display! Displayed in a slim-necked old tarnished silver and glass vase…Elegant beauty I think.