A weekend away, on the exposed west coast. The constant roar of the surf breaking on the rocks just below the deck, tui in the flax, curtains moving in the breeze, summer is coming just around the curve of the earth.  

Week 6 waves. You are gone, over, finished, until you rally again, although never exactly the same. Piha yesterday.

Spring deserved a trip to Hamilton Gardens. This bridge looked different without the leaves on the trees and was quite exposed. We saw the Russian Bell tower above the tree tops whilst having morning tea and decided to visit it. Calling in to the hot houses afterwards during a shower to find they were were filled with bright tulip displays for the dutch exhibition starting next week.

The bush is filled with sounds of running water, little streams like this one appear after several days of rain, with blue skies they just vanish.

Out on the water near Kaikoura, we were in the company of hundreds of dolphins, who were staying miraculously out of the way of the boat. Choosing to speed away or fall behind as they followed us in to the shore. These two were well under the water and racing past the ones on the surface.

I like the lines, crossovers and negative spaces in this photo, but the composition needs more thought. I would probably have liked more light and therefore colour too. It reminds me of an ordinary morning, wait a minute... for me no morning is completely ordinary.

This old cannon deserved a better angled photo from me, there were some very interesting shapes and I wanted to get them all in the shot but it was resting right under a pohutukawa tree.

Okahu Bay before the fog rolled in. Waiting for first light, what a wonderful start to a Friday, nary a breeze and T.shirt warm, city sounds all way off, occassional splashes as fish jumped. I walked the breakwater and made a mistake of sitting on a stone, it looked comfortable in the dark, but was glistening wet in daylight, no doubt I'm carrying salt rings on the trousers for others to wonder about.