Saturday, August 25, 2012

beyond the signs

the sign post near blurs - lush fields green trees

the distant horizon is clear - friendly clouds in bluest 

Leaving Tauranga - Bethlehem 

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rolling meadow green lush 
beneath impressive naked limbs
flower of weed spots of sunlight 
compliment the scene

                     On the road to Te Awamutu

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Yatton Park August 22nd 2012

consider this lily
pure white cup strong centre stamen
deep glossy arrowhead leaf

naked birch line the curve amongst wintered beds
spidered shadows fall across road
inviting green of expansive lawns

lighted birch it's whiteness shines

old monarch gathers sustenance 
his near gone wings such a tattered sight 
yet he continues because he can

he even flew on tatty wings to the top of blossom tree
an inspiration from one so small
life is so live

to blossom so pink they come they drink
a feast for all their royalty
young and old

naked strong and tall 
straight, stunning against bluest sky

they tower different families same species
their beauty raw and striking
shadows long over picnic bench

on the mount his mighty bough spread
a haven for many generation
of budding climbers

perfect imperfections
scraggled or straight naked or clothed
all quite perfect

magnolia bloom bold and beautiful
their scent so divine such bliss
blessings counted

delicate blooms vibrant wine on white
glimpsed through fair lichened limbs
contrasts of natures textures

a fragile white of magnolia more delicate
scented wonders striking centres
dappled shade highlights

reddest rhododendron stark against greenest leaf
unashamed of their flaunting beauty
nature does it best

my cladded feet in a splayed vee
 between which sit a leaf of the same size
this one lost all life

London Plane's splotched wonder towers supreme
I am in awe as am I so small
an old friend of mine

horizon an eternity away under gradient blue
suburbia nestled amongst patches of green
rushes brown green in bog river snakes away sky blue

a slip, erosion a natural culling
grim river below rushes golden in sunlight
horizon disappeared in white

a baby giant 
stages bronze green olive tips
a sweet spiked beauty

maple like leaf leeched of life
lays alone pointed perfection veined

abandoned nest of paper wasps
hunted hunters who merely care for their young
we declare a death sentence

this giant rests as its sap starts to flow
spring is coming fast

That was our quick visit to Yatton Park
A beautiful place I have appreciated since I was a young child
I hope you enjoyed it's treasures.

Thank You

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Back In Time

11 July 2012

curve of boardwalk seemingly mimicked by curve of cloud
in the distance naked poplar one stands alone
as if shunned by three youngest

The Historic Village 
a place where time is being captured in the buildings

I love the contrast of cream weather board
navy blue and black trimmings of window and two double doors

old farm machinery a tiller perhaps
red wagon wheels and light blue long curved tines
a skeleton from the past

Leyland O'Brien
looking almost steamy 
bizarre tractor with canopy

Forresters Hall
Like an old school bank love it's window arches and arched cove
The roof facade an odd crown

Here again odd crowns of peaks and lines
Old school two storey with its nice sized verandah

The cobbled road adds to the Spaghetti Western feel.
Lets hope these doesn't fall down!

Another classic from a past I never knew but often romanticized about.
Another lovely veranda and the covered walk is great.

My Aunty was married in this church many years ago when I was a kid
I love the white walls and the red roof 
I do wonder though what the turret is for

A wagon wheel back seat cosy enough for two.
Old school love seat?

Here more odd facades veranda and an old hexagonal red telephone box.
I love the contrasting blue bench seat against the shop.

The telephone box like a sleeping Time Lord.

Back to the now what a difference straight flat with minimal fuss
Accented with blue white and greys of curve
making diamonds.

Seventh Day Adventist
Their turret or spire has a silver ball on it's tip.
I imagine many things as to it's relevance.

Seagull Study

06 July 2012

red billed and ready to grab the smallest morsel

caught in flight landing wings high and forward 
tipped black and white ends

coming in for landing 
body at 45 degrees red legs forward and down
red bill parallel light grey wings back

they flock and fight over every crumb
opportunists everyone

captured in flight like fallen angels
scavenging from humans

a different bird different landing technique
body almost horizontal wings near vertical
red legs limp red bill pointing down

more than a dozen they amass a squawk and squeak
comedians with wings feathers all a fluff

final shot front on landing
wings illuminated looking ethereal