Just when I think I have surely seen all there is out on the streets… I walk down a new street or retrace old steps and uncover something that has been altered, is gone completely or is unfamiliar and new.
Street art has a way of reminding me how impermanent life is. Maybe that’s why I like it so much. Enjoying things as they are in the moment. If it is something pleasing, embrace it and except that it will change. If it is not so pleasing, understand that in time, it too will also change.
Posted in Auckland, Australia, Creative Photography, For the love of Art, Mt Maunganui, New Zealand, Photography, Street Art, Sydney, Wellington
Tagged Art, Graffiti Art, May Lane, Street Art, Urban Art
Day turns to night
Night fades to black
Another day has passed us by again.
Come rain, come sun, come cloud filled skies.
Well, life is always full of surprises and finding myself still living in New Zealand for almost two years now is no exception to this. I guess it was bound to happen really as I fell madly, truly, deeply under the spell of this bewitchingly beautiful country the moment I sailed in from French Polynesia in 2006. It was only a matter of time before I’d be back!
Checking our last way-point at 4 am in the morning, first officer Dave from the Seychelles disappeared down below, leaving me on the flybridge alone to marvel at the hue of light rising up from the land we were now approaching. Mind drifting off, wondering what this mysterious North Isle of New Zealand had install for us.
Posted in Auckland, Mt Maunganui, New Zealand, Travel, Travel Adventures, Wellington
Tagged Auckland, New Zealand, Northland, Opito Bay, Travel, Wellington, Yachting, Yachts
Stepping onto the plane, I could hardly contain my excitement… Hearing the familiar, comforting click of the seat belt and not long after, the forward motion and lift off of flight. No delays today. I’d made it. My idea, my plan, my pipe dream, had finally come together. 15 hours to LA, a further 5 hours flying cross continent to the East Coast, one very trashed suitcase later and I’d arrived.
Hello New York City…
Posted in New York, Public Transport, Telling Stories, Travel, Travel Adventures, United States of America, Where my feet take me
Tagged Manhattan, New York, New York City, New York Subway, Public Transport, Travelling Life
Early rise again. It’s funny, you know you’re back in Oz when immediately on waking, not yet moving a muscle or opening your eyes, your ears are flooded with the distinctive sound of the early morning bird chatter.
There’s nothing quite like it!
Such unique, almost comical sounds and so loud and boisterous! Ok, ok, I hear you…!