25 November 2012
Today we went out to Cornwallis & Huia.
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| Cornwallis |
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| Huia |
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| Kaitarakihi Bay |
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| Hard to see but to the left of the red cross is a Welcome Swallow nest with chicks |
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Welcome Swallows in flight  |
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| ..and a thirsty birdy in my backyard |
24 November 2012
A few bits and pieces from around town.
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| Stocks for the convicts, Outlaw Bar, Viaduct |
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| Outlaw Bar |
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| Drinking |
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| Painted Bridge, Sandringham Road |
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| The other side of road, Bridge, Sandringham Road |
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| Eden Park |
22nd November 2012
Its hard to get a good photo but here are some of the Peonies Mum brought back from the SI.
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| Peonies |
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| Judys Peonie |
21st November 2012
Here are some nicer shots of Campa without the crane in the background, currently they have been racing Luna Rossa on the Harbour.
Also today 2 Korean Warships came in to town. The Chungmugong Yisunshin and the Daecheong. I went on board and had a look around.
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| Warship Arriving |
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| ...and the band played |
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| Ships side by side |
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| Torpedo |
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| Looking towards bow of ship |
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| Machine Gun |
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| View towards Harbour Bridge from ship |
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| Rocket Launcher |
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| City from Bow of ship |
20th November 2012
On Tuesday I went to see the finished version of the Silos painted by Eliott O'Donnell (Askew One), and his team.
They are quite controversial now, with a lot of people (councillers!) not liking them. Poem called Auckland by C.K Stead. The full Poem is on the bottom 2 pics. (and also printed at the bottom of the page)
Auckland
There are dreamscapes and realscapes.
This one I suspect
is real though the sun is walking on water
and the sea out at the yellow buoy is silk.
An orange container-ship
is rounding North Head.
Green Rangitoto
pictures itself
and is not displeased.
Moehau, deep blue
insists on distance.
Swimming back
on my back
I become again
the connoisseur of clouds -
feathers and fleeces.
A gull drifts over
a tern
a gull again
white on white on blue.
A low-altitude
exocet shag
(late for lunch?)
hurtles across.
This is the life that goes
godlessly on a poem without words
a gift without conditions a present
without a past.
This one I suspect
is real though the sun is walking on water
and the sea out at the yellow buoy is silk.
An orange container-ship
is rounding North Head.
Green Rangitoto
pictures itself
and is not displeased.
Moehau, deep blue
insists on distance.
Swimming back
on my back
I become again
the connoisseur of clouds -
feathers and fleeces.
A gull drifts over
a tern
a gull again
white on white on blue.
A low-altitude
exocet shag
(late for lunch?)
hurtles across.
This is the life that goes
godlessly on a poem without words
a gift without conditions a present
without a past.
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