Spotted this week in Hamilton North … a school of Ferrum Rotata return to their native breeding ground for spawning season, continuing the remarkable cycle of life.
Mark MacLean often used to spot baubles in the Hamilton North drain at Christmas time. As he is lurking in the other end of the state these days I thought I’d see what I could find in the drain on my way to work this morning.
No Christmas baubles. But I did find something with red and green.
I’m sure there’s a metaphor lurking in there somewhere – something about the deflated hopes of an over-commercialised society limp and prostrate before a yawning abyss of darkness.
This happened two weeks ago, but I’ve only got around to posting it today. I cycle through Hamilton North on my way home from work, and over the course of three days managed to capture three photos of the removal of an oil tank from a site on Chatham Rd.
unvaporia – noun. The delicious tingling sensation on a cool foggy winter’s morning when the mist clears sufficiently for the warmth of the sun to be felt on the face for the first time.
After the recent east coast low, Styx Creek in Hamilton North is looking comparatively beautiful – enough rain to wash the crap out, but not enough rain to wash more crap in.