The horses are back on the hill. Not just this lovely lady, but also a small miniature one the children seem to adore and an extraordinarily large and gentle male horse that I have a wee soft spot for. We have been feeding them daily, carrots and apples in exchange for a pat and to get close to them. It’s a fair trade. I am in love with them, but happy to keep my love of them on the other side of a fence, having a healthy respect for their size and hooves! It is a wonderful bit of country life in the city, to have a view of horses grazing on a green grassy hill, just in front of my house. How lucky I feel today.
I have put in two applications for the Taranaki National Art Awards. I missed it last year but have entered two categories this year. Opening night is 31 October 2014. It feels good to be refocusing on art after a lull recently.
Spring is in full flush, with gorgeous magnolia tree’s in flower everywhere you look, the camelia’s and rhododendron’s in full bright pink and red glory. Stunning! I love the spring.
It could be a New York loft or a post- industrial/commercial style apartment in a European city, with a view looking out over the city. But its not, its here in New Plymouth. It’s a Ballet and Pilates studio I know well. It has the most amazing light, glorious, stunning old wooden floors and I love the view through the trees into our small city street scene….it is a special place.
The trees looked spectacular…all the silver branches of the ten or twelve trees. They were dripping with heavy, heady scented pink blossoms. We weren’t the only ones however, enjoying the blossoms. Tui had gathered there also and were flittering around from tree to tree, from branch to branch, gorging themselves on the sweet blossoms. This one was caught mid-flight by my camera. Such joy on a spring day!
Gorgeous colour, pattern repetition, and symmetry. Nature is a fantastic designer!
What is beyond the gates? Yes they are rusted, broken and crumbling down…but they are also strangely inviting, inspiring, and interesting. There is something romantic, glamorous and slightly spooky about them…I wonder what I would find if I could venture up the stairs.
It was as if all the leaves on this plant had been sprinkled with loose diamonds….the green leaves were all shimmery and glistening with tiny diamonds it seemed. I looked again and realised it was tiny droplets of rain making the diamond bright sparkles on the leaves, in the morning sunshine.
It rained most of the weekend, but with a break in the weather on sunday afternoon, it was time for a walk along the coastal walkway and stretch the legs. The view never fails to make me feel inspired and refreshed.
Carnations have been out of favour for such a long time…but who can deny the beauty of this striking bloom? In a sweet bouquet of pale pink, cream and apricot carnations, this one riotous, brilliant crimson carnation appeared to be the odd one out. The excessively frilly petals seemed to also add to the overall flamboyance of the flower. It seems original, unusual and slightly crazy, and I, for that reason, love it.
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.