Silence is a war crime

Street art, Whangarei, NZ. Image: Su Leslie 2019

On a recent weekend in Whangarei I was really impressed by the amount and quality of the street art that has been installed around the city. It seems that street art has moved from an underground, rebel act to one approved, organised and funded by local authorities.

Not that I’m complaining.

This was my favourite work. I wish I could find out more about it.

Detail; street art, Whangarei, NZ. Image: Su Leslie 2019

Posted to Lens Artists Photo Challenge | street art


Regular Random: five minutes with a Muriwai sunset

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There aren’t too many things more beautiful than a beach at sunset. The Big T and I took a walk last night at Muriwai, on Auckland’s west coast. I snapped so many photos.

Regular Random is a photo challenge hosted by Desley Jane at Musings of a Frequently Flying Scientist. Please pop over and take a look;  and if you’d like to join in:

  • choose a subject or a scene
  • spend five minutes photographing it – no more!
  • try to not interfere with the subject, instead see it from many angles, look through something at it, change the light that’s hitting it
  • have fun!
  • tag your post #regularrandom and ping back to Desley’s post.

Afternoon tea in the shearing capital of the world (allegedly)

Te Kuiti in the King Country proclaims itself the “shearing capital of the world.” I’m not sure how such a title is bestowed, but the town definitely takes its links to sheep shearing seriously — with this seven metre high statue of a shearer at work.

Sheep shearing is not really my thing; but carrot cake is. Eaten at Stoked cafe in the old Te Kuiti railway station.

No longer the country I woke up in this morning

A whole new kind of evil has raised its ugly, violent head in Aotearoa New Zealand today.

The details are unclear, but one or more gunmen stormed two mosques in Christchurch and fired on worshippers. Many people — we don’t yet know how many — are dead or wounded. Security forces are defusing IEDs and the city is in lockdown.

I woke up today feeling angry that yesterday one of the leaders of the Green Party, James Shaw — a Cabinet Minister — was beaten up while walking to work in central Wellington. It wasn’t a random attack; he was deliberately targeted. Shit like that isn’t meant to happen in NZ where our politicians are routinely to be found hanging out like normal people and are generally incredibly accessible.

By lunchtime I was cheered by the energy of the climate change strike events — at which James Shaw, black eye and all — spoke passionately to huge applause.

Then it all came crashing down.

I suppose it was naive to think that these little islands at the bottom of the world could be immune to the insane hatred and violence blighting so many other countries. Our time had to come. And it has.

Tonight we are a nation in mourning. For the senseless loss of precious lives, and for our country’s loss of innocence today.