Sunday morning saw me hanging out with the girls down by the skate park near Wellington’s water front. I’m not sure I had noticed the marae-style gateway to the park before today, but the contrast between that and the graffiti nearby was interesting, in terms of both colour and culture. What statement, if any, is made by taking a shot that includes them both? No colour enhancement on this, btw.
This is one of four sculptures outside the Museum Hotel. I have enhanced the colour (they are normally a rusted browny-red) to emphasise the impact that they make. Snapped this whilst driving past.
As seen on Plimmer Steps in Wellington CBD.
Graffiti? Art? Political statement?
It was the light in this view that got me. The sun is setting and is just catching the trees and house between us and the hazy blue hillscape beyond.
Autumn cometh. Dark at 5.30pm.
Experimenting with posting from my iphone
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I ran past him at 8am this morning in glorious sunshine (training run for the Team MND half-marathon) and passed him again in the afternoon when the sky was grey and the wind nearly shiped my into the water as I tried to grab the close-up shot.He had a bit of graffitti on his bum – but the green shoe that someone slipped on to his foot last week had been removed. Poor chap. He is beautiful – but he gets a lot of attention, and not all of it good.
Still, I love the way Wellington has artistic moments like this sprinkled along the water front.
‘Solace in the wind’, by Max Patte: article on his installation from stuff.co.nz
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A beautiful day on the harbour with the safety boat beetling about – and a stunning sunset to finish.
Poised on stilts over the water at the edge of Wellington harbour, this wee boathouse is the most cheerful in a row of them, between Balleana Bay and Greta Point. Snapped on the iphone (hence the grainy-ness) as I jogged past in the late afternoon sun.
Wouldn’t life always be that little bit more interesting if you lived here, at the mercy of the elements, sheltered by your scarlet tin roof and royal-purple weatherboards?
…glad I spent it in Wellington.
Helicopter scenic tours doing a roaring trade (no pun intended). Harbour was millpond flat and winter was nowhere in sight.
This man in the tree has been at the Botanical Gardens in Wellington for a few years. It has been carved from the stump of one of the huge pines that used to encircle the playground.
Maybe he was inside the tree all the time, waiting for the carvers to uncover him ..?!
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