Monday, August 21, 2017
Pleasures of August
By the time you get to mid August, winter in Wellington really starts to drag. It's cold, it seems to rain incessantly and the ground is a muddy mossy sponge under filthy grey skies. The first picture taken on the new over bridge at Manor Park on the Hutt line sums it up, monotone skies and single digit temperatures. (6 deg C at 10:00am)
But at the bottom of the garden, hope springs eternal. The camellias have detected the changing light and brought forth their perfect buds. I captured this one on Sunday morning, while hanging out washing between the rain showers.
But at the bottom of the garden, hope springs eternal. The camellias have detected the changing light and brought forth their perfect buds. I captured this one on Sunday morning, while hanging out washing between the rain showers.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Café Brothers
To celebrate Granddad's 70th birthday, and the July school holidays we took a trip to Christchurch in the middle of July. On the Monday took time to visit the central city. After staying away for so long due to the post earthquake rebuild it was like being tourists in a foreign city as so much had changed. But not quite as every so often we'd come across something familiar that anchored the new landscapes. One of these anchors was New Regent street, where we got off the city tram and found a cosy café to get away from the biting southerly and leaden overcast. It was a Vietnamese-French café and Willy latched onto the jar of Macrons, a blue one of course. Here he is with his big brother, both still wrapped against the cold.
To celebrate Granddad's 70th birthday, and the July school holidays we took a trip to Christchurch in the middle of July. On the Monday took time to visit the central city. After staying away for so long due to the post earthquake rebuild it was like being tourists in a foreign city as so much had changed. But not quite as every so often we'd come across something familiar that anchored the new landscapes. One of these anchors was New Regent street, where we got off the city tram and found a cosy café to get away from the biting southerly and leaden overcast. It was a Vietnamese-French café and Willy latched onto the jar of Macrons, a blue one of course. Here he is with his big brother, both still wrapped against the cold.
Friday, April 15, 2016
Autumn Mornings
The glorious weather continues in Wellington but the mornings are distinctly autumnal now. Running into work past the bus stop café in Molesworth street and delighting in crunching through swirled drifts of yellow elm leaves. Cresting the hill at Wadestown and the Virginia creeper on the retaining wall glows red and apple green, backlit by the sharp low sun. These are the brief and timeless glories of autumn, soon the cold rain will wash them down the gutters and out to sea.
Meanwhile our two boys have been growing like sunflowers to the light. Guy has grown from Katrina's shoulder height in spring to her chin height by autumn. Here they are in November when we to the Paekakariki campground to try out our new family sized camping, tent
Will is doing all he can to catch up with his big bother and this summer he quickly mastered his balance bike. Here they are riding and running on the tracks up the hill behind our house.
In this photo he's sitting on the other side of the mountain ranges, in the post 'Beside Rivers and Lakes' post,,,, 60kms east and two years later.
Meanwhile our two boys have been growing like sunflowers to the light. Guy has grown from Katrina's shoulder height in spring to her chin height by autumn. Here they are in November when we to the Paekakariki campground to try out our new family sized camping, tent
We took all our bikes away at Christmas time to Hanmer Springs. Rocky hills, great tracks and very good bakeries, here Will is discovering chocolate eclairs.
