♥ Iron Awe ♥
Heres some of the images I shot for a recent work competition fingers crossed they like it.
♥ Lazy Sunday’s ♥
♥ Sausages from Borough Market
♥ Rummaging through old treasures in Greenwich
♥ An afternoon picnic at Kew Garden
♥ Cheeseboard at Somerset House
♥ Fresh cheap sushi from The Japanese Centre
Whether its sampling some Ethiopian curry at Greenwich market or listening to a man playing a 30’s wash board in borough, lazy London Sundays are quickly becoming my favorite day of the week. Here’s a little taste of my world.
♥ Rummaging through old treasures in Greenwich
♥ An afternoon picnic at Kew Garden
♥ Cheeseboard at Somerset House
♥ Fresh cheap sushi from The Japanese Centre
Whether its sampling some Ethiopian curry at Greenwich market or listening to a man playing a 30’s wash board in borough, lazy London Sundays are quickly becoming my favorite day of the week. Here’s a little taste of my world.
♥ A perfect day on Waiheke ♥
Waking up before the sun, we set off on the hunt for snapper, the bigger the better. With my technique adjusted - “drop it to the bottom two winds of the reel, lock and load!” – I was ready to go. It wasn’t long before my rod was bending and the snapper biting. There was a healthy amount of rivalry between the guys and me, however the catch was evenly spread. It’s hard to describe the excitement when your bait is snatched and the line starts whizzing with the weight of the fish. Yet the excitement felt after 9 bronze whaler sharks arrived for their lunch of our fish bones, was an all time highlight. With a brave hand dangling a snapper tail into the sea, out comes the teeth of a shark that could rival Jaws. Their agility and grace was more like a dancer with the sea being their stage. After dropping the boat we are off to the vineyard, racing against the looming grey clouds threatening the harvest. Obsidian winery was a hive of activity with all hands on deck, cutting and checking each bunch of ripe green grapes to ensure perfection. It’s hot, hard work but what better way to reward ourselves than a cool glass of chardonnay on the deck, watching the wood pigeons’ swooping dives. A toast to a brilliant day in paradise.
Waking up before the sun, we set off on the hunt for snapper, the bigger the better. With my technique adjusted - “drop it to the bottom two winds of the reel, lock and load!” – I was ready to go. It wasn’t long before my rod was bending and the snapper biting. There was a healthy amount of rivalry between the guys and me, however the catch was evenly spread. It’s hard to describe the excitement when your bait is snatched and the line starts whizzing with the weight of the fish. Yet the excitement felt after 9 bronze whaler sharks arrived for their lunch of our fish bones, was an all time highlight. With a brave hand dangling a snapper tail into the sea, out comes the teeth of a shark that could rival Jaws. Their agility and grace was more like a dancer with the sea being their stage. After dropping the boat we are off to the vineyard, racing against the looming grey clouds threatening the harvest. Obsidian winery was a hive of activity with all hands on deck, cutting and checking each bunch of ripe green grapes to ensure perfection. It’s hot, hard work but what better way to reward ourselves than a cool glass of chardonnay on the deck, watching the wood pigeons’ swooping dives. A toast to a brilliant day in paradise.
♥ Karekare ♥
Karekare is untouched and raw, with hardly a human footprint on the beach.
Vast black sands and wild rolling seas along and a lack of human presence makes
it a priority to visit when I return home to New Zealand. The winding road
cuts its way through thick native bush, leading to a waterfall hidden away from
the rest of the world. I imagine another life here in a little bach, my days spent
painting and looking out at the west coast surf crashing down. Jane Campion
chose this beach to film “The Piano” and I think this piano piece from the
soundtrack fits perfectly with this stretch of coastline.
Karekare is untouched and raw, with hardly a human footprint on the beach.
Vast black sands and wild rolling seas along and a lack of human presence makes
it a priority to visit when I return home to New Zealand. The winding road
cuts its way through thick native bush, leading to a waterfall hidden away from
the rest of the world. I imagine another life here in a little bach, my days spent
painting and looking out at the west coast surf crashing down. Jane Campion
chose this beach to film “The Piano” and I think this piano piece from the
soundtrack fits perfectly with this stretch of coastline.
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