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

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

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