There was something about the light this morning that made the mountain seem especially majestic. What an incredible sight to behold while going about the morning’s chores…enough to make you just pause and consider the incredible thing that is nature.
It is certainly going to be interesting!
Reflections of the church buildings across the road… as seen on the first of many stainless steel curving panels forming the exterior of our new contemporary art gallery and Len Lye centre. It’s currently under construction in our city centre – not without controversy I might add.
Will it last? Will it stay shiny? Will it rust in our sea and salt laden air? Will it blind drivers and pedestrians? Will it get too hot? What will our high rainfall do to it over time? Who knows…certainly not me….but who cannot fall in love with the idea of a unique, original, elegant building? I personally cannot wait to see how it looks finished. There is a place in cities for protecting heritage and old buildings and there is also a place for new and innovative approaches and fresh, risk taking ideas…the best cities celebrate both!
She was elegant. Perched on one leg, grooming herself, and completely absorbed in her own ritual, she was oblivious or seemingly unconcerned about those of us watching her…she seemed no different than any woman preening before a special date.
Her feathers glistened in the morning sun, each one highlighted in stunning silvery white.
That she was all alone at the zoo seemed so sad.
They say “You can’t beat Wellington on a good day”. And I certainly struck it lucky…here are a few more images of one of my favourite city’s…walking around the city centre waterfront last weekend was just magical.
When we can’t see the forest for the trees, that’s when we should step back and really take in the view. Stop, look up, listen for the birds and touch a tree. Take a walk down a different path. Like this one for example.
A big part of my art/writing is about finding beauty in everyday and ordinary places and noticing what I call “the small stuff”. There is nowhere more unassuming than a cutlery drawer in an old house where I uncovered an odd collection of old silver forks, knives and spoons casually mixed up with a mish-mash of stainless steel and plastic handled cutlery. I grabbed the old silver, and no, I did not run, but rather, I set about photographing it, in such a way as too showcase it’s inherent beauty. I love that it is used on a daily basis and not stored away; that it is beaten, tarnished and the once legible initials have nearly worn off. Such beauty.