Because his working gear was red:
‘May I paint you?” the artist said.
The finished portrait made the grade
and was in gallery displayed.

Along with family snapshots too
his whole life was on public view.
His wife who went to see the show
considered him magnifico!

Twelve finalists were hanging there
for learned judges to compare.
She thought his image was the best
but they chose one among the rest.

So when the exhibition closed
his portrait was no more exposed.
It’s in their dining room today
reduced to intimate display.

Winnie’s Window

Winnie Bagoes on the corner of Madras and Allen Streets displays a central city scene in its window.

Window in Allen Street

Window in Allen Street

Good on them for offering this nostalgically attractive view.

“The scene it shows is pre-earthquake
providing us with a keepsake.”


Charming Chook

We’ve been to the market to get vegetables and eggs.  There was great live music there too.

Colourful hen

Colourful hen

The CLUCK’N’GOOD egg stall had this attractive hen on display.

I also bought a bunch of daffodils for $5.  They make it seem as though spring is on the way.  Now I’m heading into the garden to prune some roses.

“These local free range eggs are great
we don’t want hens kept in a crate.”

Spectacular Sunset

After a calm sunny day we have a wonderful sunset.



The nor-west arch promises another good day tomorrow, with the washing likely to finally get dry.

and again

and again

“The marvellous colours in the sky
forecast a day with washing dry.”


Words are the medium I choose
with rhymes which often come in twos.
To draw and paint is not for me
but art is in my family.

My Mum took classes to progress
her tutor was McCahon, no less.
He made them draw an empty crate
which Mum considered not so great.

She longed for landscapes, seascapes too
with trees of green and skies of blue.
She knew somewhere you had to start
but empty crates, to her, weren’t art.

And so in nineteen sixty-two
she left the class, the charcoal too.
She left McCahon, abandoned there
for water colours ‘en plein air’.

Winter Wait

Winter Solstice, which will occur early tomorrow morning, is the ‘dead’ of winter.  The hiatus when the sun reaches its furthest point, then light slowly starts to increase, and life slowly starts to return to the earth.  The coldest time is yet to come, and when it’s here increasing light reminds us that summer too will come.

This is time for seasonal rose pruning – leaving plants bare to prepare for summer growth.  Autumn leaves have been raked away to become compost and mulch ( or in the case of my walnut tree, stowed in the green Council bin to be dealt with elsewhere).  There’s a sense of preparation, of waiting.  What will spring bring?  For me, there’s the expectation of a visit from a distant daughter.  What hopes are you nurturing for spring?

“Sun standing still provides the reason
to celebrate our Solstice season.”

Tidal Transformation

Recent high tides are producing changes at Waimairi Beach.  This morning there was a seal lying on the sand.



One man took his toddler close to have a good look – not necessarily a good idea.  The tide had eaten away at the cliffs, and iceplant from the top had been dislodged.

Fallen iceplant

Fallen iceplant

Some of the boardwalks had been undermined too.

Collapsed walkway

Collapsed walkway

“With high tides the beach has changed.
Flora and fauna rearranged.”



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