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Night time makes ordinary things strange.

Hay Street, Wellington

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Photo by PJD, on a fine summer evening, Wellington 2013. CIA was a semi-willing accomplice.

Whispers from space

Whispers from space

It’s hard to imagine scientists came up with this sign. But I guess that’s why you have marketing. Also, I appreciate the fact they included two-way radio.  It really adds a sense of awesome.

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Photo by CIA, Tidbinbilla Deep Space Communication Complex, Canberra, December 2012.

Weekly photo challenge: kiss

I’ll let the photo speak for itself.

Kiss the bride

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Photo by Anna Allport. This is a week-and-a-bit early, I suppose. But it is certainly challenge appropriate.

Night time company

A stingray isn’t the only encounter we’ve had with wildlife lately. On Christmas Eve we heard an odd noise, and upon investigating found ourselves face-to-face with a tree frog*. It was a lively moment, and no easy task to keep the frog in frame.

Tree frog stops by

Tree Frog and Leaf

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Photos by PJD, Auckland, December 2012

* or some other kind of frog.

Did you miss us?

It’s been a great summer, though not without its ups and downs. We’ve missed blogging a lot though.

And so, to kick things off for the new year, here’s a view of the beach and headland at Karekare*. There are some amazing falls nearby, and we kept walking, eventually finding a spot from which we could admire this magnificent view.

Karekare

We’ve got some big plans this year, and are looking forward to sharing our progress with whoever of you out there is still keen on checking in on us. Whether you missed us or not, here we are again.

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Photo by PJD, above Karekare beach, Karekare, West Auckland, New Zealand

* This is the beach where The Piano was filmed.

 

For the birds

Tui, looking south, Mt Victoria Lookout

Tui, looking south, Mt Victoria Lookout

Tui, looking north, Mt Victoria Lookout

Tui, looking north, Mt Victoria Lookout

 

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Photos by PJD, Mt Victoria, Wellington

Some New York minutes

Our relatively spontaneous trip to New York in January (the result of stars aligning – cheap flights, accommodation with friends, an intense desire to see New York City) still sometimes feels like it was just last week. My own expectations were so high, I never thought the place could live up to them. But as is always the way with these things, it sneaks up with you in ways you don’t anticipate, even as some things seem muted when you see them up close for the first time.

Painted Cups

Painted coffee cups, hanging in the front-end of the Flatiron.

On our first day, after the Times (and the map), we made our way into the city. The Flatiron was our first point of interest. What we didn’t expect was the dazzling display of hanging, hand-painted coffee cups. They added immensely to the sense of occasion, and my excitement went into overdrive. The buildings, reflected in the glass, and visible through the glass hammered home that we were in the city of the skyscraper; we felt right at home.

MOMA, reflected

MOMA, reflected

We then covered a lot of ground on foot. We headed past the New York Public Library (we looked inside on another day), craned our necks up at the Empire State Building and the Rockefeller Center, before we arrived at MOMA.

PJD, reflected inside MOMA

PJD, reflected inside MOMA

As we wandered about, we enjoyed the inside of the building as much as the art.

Times Square

Times Square, lights reflecting everywhere

At the end of the day, we wandered back to Times Square. Because everyone has to go to Times Square. Don’t they? Even if they don’t, we did. And it was awful. And crass. And overrated. And most of all, it was awesome.

Some reflections on my first day in NYC (CIA had been before, and was lucky enough to visit again since!) only cement how much this city means to my imagination. In the end, it also affirms my sense of optimism. If New York is possible, almost anything is.

PJD

Photos by PJD or CIA. Provenance is hard to ascertain at this point. Incidentally, isn’t there some unstoppably excellent quality to this song? Or, more honestly, about its chorus?

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