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Beauty in the most unexpected of places…

under the church

 

I think this has to be the most beautiful toilet facility I have ever entered.  We had stopped to rest after a day’s walking,  and had settled on a park bench in a large courtyard beside a church, in the busy central city.  After people watching and drinking coffee for well over an hour, I started to look for a wee pee stop (as you do).  I was stunned to be pointed in the direction of two doors leading down below the church.  And once there…I was even more stunned. What an incredible, beautiful, peaceful, elegant, serene and contemplative space.

Sometimes you find beauty in unexpected places. Like public toilets.

 

 

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Old is gold…

sydney 2014 181

I had to laugh. One of my son’s, upon flipping through all my photos from my recent trip made a sigh and commented that all I took photos of were “old buildings and trees”.

“That’s because I love them” I replied.  I reflected on this later. He was correct of course… the bulk of my photos were of old buildings and city trees. This was despite being in the midst of a bustling cosmopolitan city with skyscrapers and modern city glitter and shine.  It was the old façades and crumbling stone and timber buildings that gave the city heart.

This is what spoke to me. This is what I love. This is what I notice.


The magic moment…

sydney harbour

The early evening just before dusk really turns to nightfall, when the sky seems to be a mix of the palest colours and the darkest clouds and when city lights glimmer and glisten in the water, but it isn’t really dark yet… this is my favourite time of day.

While continuing with the travel theme…the Sydney harbour area, its waters and the bridge (of course!) were found to be quite beautiful, especially in that magic moment when daylight turns to dark.


what you find when you are not looking for anything…

birdcages

I came across this delightfully whimsical scene while visiting down-town Sydney recently. It completely enchanted me.

That’s what I love about walking around in new places…the anticipation, the joy of discovering something unexpected. That feeling of surprise and delight when you find something a wee bit special…such as this. It might be a marketing gimmick, a publicity stunt, a modern art display or street art. To Sydney’s urban dwellers it may not even register a second glance any more.

But I noticed. And I found a tiny, quite special, magical space. Just lovely.


Bridging the gap on the east side…

steel railway bridge

I have been travelling recently to the other side of my fair country. To a place I had only been to once many years ago, a place where the sand is pale and golden not black, a place I had only been to in a very different lifetime.

I saw many abandoned railway bridges on my journey. They are no longer used to carry people or cargo around the towns but they have an inherent beauty, individuality and structural elegance that remains to this day. Maybe they will be returned to their former glory  or possibly transformed into a highlight of scenic walking and cycling route…who knows? For now they sit slowly deteriorating in the landscape.

All I know is that I like them and think this one is very beautiful. I hope you do too.


Getting a different perspective…

city scene np

Sometimes we take for granted the very scene we see everyday. It is so familiar that we don’t even notice it any more. Yet the same place seen from a different perspective can give you a different take on things. I took this image while upstairs in a building in our main street. It was a perspective I had not seen before and it made the familiar city scene look quite unfamiliar and interesting. It reminds me to keep looking at things with fresh eyes.


a house in the country….

little house

I am always pouring over magazines about homes, real estate magazines, architecture, restoration and home-focused magazines and tv programmes…interiors/design/garden magazines – they all fascinate me.

I love pictures of people’s homes and reading about who lives there and why…gathering and exploring ideas for interiors, garden/landscaping/restoration/renovation/furnishings and finding about the lives of people who live in their homes and what inspires them.

This little house intrigued me, mostly because of its tiny cottage and the relatively enormous trees almost overshadowing it and threatening its very existence. Who lives here and why? What stories does this tiny cottage have?


The old fire station

old fire station

I saw this recently – this funny little building with its self evident statement of introduction. Oddly cute!

 


leaving a mark…

symbols

Symbolism runs deep in human species, and the same symbol can mean entirely different things to different people, at different times, places, cultures, beliefs and customs. I don’t really know what these symbols mean to the person(s)/artist(s) who made them… they are familiar but strange, they feel personal but universal…modern but ageless…urban but primitive.

They are permanent marks on the landscape. I wonder if they are a sign, a message, a story, or a reminder of something important – something the maker wanted others to know? Why do we humans, feel a need to leave a mark…from the first hand print on a cave wall, to now…we have a compelling urge to say “I was here”.

All our hearts carry primitive marks, held privately, and known only to our own hearts…unique symbols of love, loss, victory, grief, courage? But if we were to display our ancient symbols – what we stand for, what we are, who we are, where we are from, what we have done, loved, lost, survived…what if they were on display?

What would my symbol look like?


They say…

Wellington July 2013

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.


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