Really can’t get enough of the wonderful hydrangeas flowering at the moment.
“Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?” — James Montgomery
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The structure here is a titanium earring (a madly impractical, 1980s-excess sort of earring); incredibly strong because it is a) titanium and, b) triangular.
I know this because it’s my earring, but life is full of structures for which I have no “eye of God” perspective.
A society works because (and when) its citizens can trust the institutions and processes that form the structure of that society. Trust can only be maintained if those institutions and processes continue to perform, and do so with sufficient transparency that we are not left holding onto little but blind faith.
And when the structures start to seem wobbly or indistinct, it is our job as members of the society to stand together and do all we can to fix them.
Easier said than done, admittedly.
Although almost all of the (abundantly available) green-lipped mussels we eat in New Zealand are farmed, it is not unusual to see rocks in the inter-tidal zone of many beaches covered with densely packed rows of tiny juvenile mussels. A couple of days ago at Langs Beach though, was the first time I’d seen any grow large enough to take on the distinctive green colouration of the shell from which the derive their name.
I’m not sure why the wild mussels around Auckland don’t seem to grow to maturity; pollution perhaps? Or environmental damage to their ecosystems from so many other beach users.
I hope the Northland mussels have a better chance.
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.
We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
— George Bernard Shaw
For me, photography is play.
I have no-one telling me what to shoot; or how and when. I don’t make money from it (although I’d like to one day). The only constraints on me are time, light and my imagination.
The shot above is pure play. Not just the messing about with an onion, a smartphone and some tinfoil (now there’s a sentence you don’t often see), but the afterwards playing — the electronic doodling with photo-editing apps.
Diane Ackerman said “play is our brain’s favorite way of learning”, while the psychologist Jean Piaget offered this advice about creativity:
If you want to be creative, stay in part a child, with the creativity and invention that characterizes children before they are deformed by adult society.
— Jean Piaget
I saw several of these plants at Westhaven Marina recently and can’t figure out whether they are out-of-season Pohutukawa, or a similar species that flowers (much) later.
Either way, they provided cheerful little bursts of red along the marina’s boardwalk.
In my largely ever-green part of the world, autumn is not denoted by an increase in colour, but a gradual sense of its loss.
Sandwiched between tropical cyclones Debbie and Cook, New Zealand is experiencing a few days of sunshine. For the people of Edgecumbe in the Bay of Plenty these days are being spent salvaging what they can from their homes after the Rangitaiki River burst its banks last week and flooded the town, and preparing for the terrible possibility that the temporary repairs won’t hold in the coming storm.