I had never travelled this road. That’s what funeral’s do to you. They make you travel new roads, see new sights, meet new people. The storm had passed and the sun was making it’s way through the dense black clouds and seemingly straight down onto one tiny little house, alone in this beautiful valley. On a day of sadness, it was a ray of sunshine in more ways than one.
Today I was on a very well traversed road and from under a cloud of fog and ending a weekend of sleety flurries, icy winds and rain… emerged this! Stunning….
It was a wild and windy day today and down by the Port the rain was horizontal. Bleak and blustery. But I smiled when I saw the word painted on the breakwater.
Good Friday. A public holiday. A beach. Perfection.
Summer doesn’t get any better than a nice summer hot of 31 degrees (Celsius), a cloudless sky, a golden sandy beach, the bluest sea, white lazy waves and a chalky white island in the distance…
I have been back in Hawkes Bay on the eastern side of New Zealand. This image is from the breathtakingly gorgeous Waimarama Beach.
Lazy summer days are great for relaxing and recharging…but one can only relax for so long and I have found myself itching to get back to my city base and get going with loads of ideas for another book, an exhibition and setting up my own gallery this year…!
It was really blowing! The wind howled, the gusts were enough to blow you over, deck chairs went flying down the street…and at sea, the white caps stretching as far out to the horizon as one could see. The spindrift…. airborne white spray fans creating spectacular wind patterns across the waves. Windy, wild weather at sea.