The colours of New Zealand – South North Island!

Last week I posted photos from our time in Auckland, and on the volcanic plateau, and in Hawke’s Bay on the North Island of New Zealand.

GREEN, AGAIN

Our last stop was at a small bay north of the capital, Wellington.  To say it was windy would be an understatement.  It blew cold constant gusts that drew my hair up and out and often over my face at the moment I wanted to click a photo.  Many of my shots were taken blind, like a lucky dip photographer.  Take a look at these trees on the beach;  there’s no way they can grow vertically!

Windblown tree, Titahi Bay, NZ
Windblown trees, Titahi Bay, NZ

But before we got to this little place, Titahi Bay, we drove through an interesting town established by Scandinavian immigrants in the 19th century: Norsewood.

BURGUNDY

In Norsewood, we went through this little museum which must have had the same architect as the Literary Institute in Gundaroo, NSW!  The museum is painted a rich burgundy red, a contrast to the snow-white houses we saw everywhere in New Zealand.  By the verandah grows a great bunch of deep pink Watsonias, another flower that appeared in all sorts of gardens in NZ, even neglected ones.

Museum, Norsewood, NZ
Museum, Norsewood, NZ

IRIDESCENT BLUE-GREEN

While the iconic blue-green-purple Pāua shells are found on most beaches and are available in all the souvenir shops, I found something else, less common but equally iridescent and resembling the Pāua shells in their colours – this turn-of-the-century wedding dress on display in Norsewood museum.  Clearly, the Scandinavian migrants had to improvise and make do in this strange new land;  both the bodice and skirt are decorated with beetle casings:

Wedding dress, Norsewood museum, NZ
Beetle casings adorning a wedding dress, Norsewood museum, NZ

MULTICOLOUR

At each end of the curving beach of Titahi Bay, there are colourful boat sheds sitting on one of the flattest pieces of ground in this region: the beach.  See the hill behind them?  In this area near Wellington every house is built on a hill, all with someone else looking down on them (except those at the very top!).

Boat sheds, Titahi Bay, NZ
Boat sheds, Titahi Bay, NZ

And that’s it for our colourful New Zealand holiday.  There were many other places we visited along the way, but I’ve enjoyed leaving some hints of this country’s beauty here on this blog.  You have to go there!  And I have to go back!

The colours of New Zealand: Hawke’s Bay, North Island

After spending time in Auckland, New Zealand, and driving through the volcanic plateau, we moved on for a great week in Hawke’s Bay on the east coast of the North Island.  Again, as last week, I found broad strokes of individual colours wherever we went.  There was plenty of:

BLUE

A matching blue bay and sky:  the view from our accommodation.  Most days.

View from Bluff Hill, Napier, NZ
View from Bluff Hill, Napier, NZ

YELLOW

As in Auckland, there are lots of white houses in Hawke’s Bay, especially the older wooden houses, the type that survive earthquakes.  But there are plenty of creative individuals living here, like the neighbours who built a house with a cylinder attached and painted it with a yellow that says ‘look at me!’.

Houses old and new, Napier, NZ
Houses old and new, Napier, NZ

PINK

Red Valerian is a beautiful flower that’s not red but rather a couple of shades of pink, and springs up in any crack where a seed has fallen.  In New Zealand I saw it growing in most gardens, jutting out of retaining walls, through rockfall-catching wire on cliff faces, and on the seashore.  Some call it a weed, some call it a colourful filler.  No doubt it needs to be controlled.  I took this photo in drizzle under a grey sky.  The blue days had passed…

Valerian on beachfront, Hawke's Bay, NZ
Red Valerian on beachfront, and kite surfer in the rain, Hawke’s Bay, NZ

ORANGE

There are also flowers around Hawke’s Bay which there should be more of, like Bird of Paradise with its orange crests.

Bird of Paradise, Napier, NZ
Bird of Paradise near the Aquarium, Napier, NZ

PURPLE

When we climbed the moist leaf-littered paths that wound uphill through Tiffen Park, we saw masses of blue and purple flowers growing wild.  I don’t know what they’re called but I hope they’re not invaders.  Here we were about a third of the way up the hill.  When you go to New Zealand, you go up a lot of steps, steep streets and driveways, hills and cliffs.  But going down feels really good!

Tiffen Park, Napier, NZ
Tiffen Park, Napier, NZ

COLOURLESS

On the walls and in parks in Napier, there are quotations written or sculpted which offer promise and hope.  They are signs that this town has not only revived after a horrendous earthquake back in 1931 but is thriving partly because of it.  The town was rebuilt in Art Deco, the style of the time, and today it is unique as an example of this architecture constructed in the two-year period 1931/32.  The quotation below which I saw painted in an otherwise interest-free alley is a reminder that good things can come from bad.  If you can read backwards, that is.

Thoreau quotation, alley wall, Napier, NZ
Thoreau quotation, alley wall, Napier, NZ

CREAM

And here’s an example of one of the buildings constructed in the Art Deco style after the earthquake and recently refurbished, attracting masses of tourists each week.  It’s open to the public and just as handsome inside.

Art Deco architecture, Napier NZ
Art Deco architecture, Napier NZ

BLACK

We went on a two-hour trip with a Maori elder, Robert McDonald, up to a peak, Te Mata, where he recounted the history of Maori in New Zealand.  In the photo below he stands next to his tribe’s pou whenua, or land post.  Its face is carved like that of Robert’s ancestor, one of the Waimārama chiefs who signed the Treaty of Waitangi in 1841 with the European settlers. At the bottom of the second photo below, (actually the Waimārama Maori Tours information card), is his mark made on the Treaty and the words he spoke, ‘te tohu o te tangata’ which mean ‘the mark of the man’.  His facial tattoo indicates his status as an important chief of his tribal group.  The portrait was painted by Gottfried Lindauer, an Austrian artist who painted many Maori portraits in the late nineteenth century, some of which I saw in the Auckland Art Gallery and more of which you can see here.  They’re stunning!

Robert Macdonald, Maori elder, with his tribe's pou, Hastings, NZ
Robert MacDonald, Maori elder, with his tribe’s pou, Hastings, NZ.
Harawira Mahikai Te Tatere, Waimārama chief, NZ
Harawira Mahikai Te Tatere, Waimārama chief, NZ, by Gottfried Lindauer (photo courtesy Waimārama Maori tours postcard)

The colours of New Zealand – volcanic plateau, North Island

A couple of days ago I posted about single colours I came across in Auckland, New Zealand, on this, my first trip there.  After leaving Auckland, my husband and I made our way down through the middle of the North Island, stopping for morning tea where the roses on tables were twice the size of those in my Australian garden.  The land on either side of the road was green green green.  And bumpy:  the hills rising from the surface are steep and lush and crowded together.

GREEN

Green: the colour of the fertile volcanic hills, North Island, NZ

Around lunch time we stopped at Rotorua for a few hours, known by some as Sulphur City.  That was a different experience.  The pools we saw were in a large park where each one was fenced off.  A few odd small eruptions had appeared and were not yet fenced, so we could reach down and feel the water.  It was HOT.

BROWN

Brown: the colour of boiling sulphur-smelling mud, Rotorua.

GREY

Grey: the colour of vegetation surrounding boiling mud pools, Rotorua NZ
Grey: the colour of vegetation surrounding boiling mud pools, Rotorua NZ

The colours of New Zealand – Auckland

New Zealand is a country just three hours’ flight from my home, yet I had never been there till last week.  It’s a gap in my travelling experience I was ashamed of when meeting New Zealanders in Europe!  Well, now I can say I know something about NZ, and I can agree with all those who have told me it’s beautiful.  I enjoyed finding particular scenes where one colour was dominant, and happily snapped a multitude of photos.

I went with my husband, who’s been to NZ a few times before.  Without me.  Auckland was our first port of call, where I was struck by an inviting turquoise sea, streets lined with white houses, and a knockout red wrought iron fence.

RED

Red street lamps, Port of Auckland, NZ
Red street lamps, Port of Auckland, NZ

WHITE

White weatherboard houses with white fences under white clouds

TURQUOISE

Boats on a turquoise harbour, Auckland

Weekly photo challenge: Eerie

New Zealand, Auckland Art Gallery:  I was there this afternoon.  When I saw this painting, I thought of the ‘Eerie’ photo theme…

In nineteenth-century literature and paintings I’ve come to expect bereaved women to wear black, so when I worked out that the women and girls in white were not celebrating but grieving, I was a bit shocked.  All these white dresses suddenly took on a pallour that moments before had in my mind been the colour of a wedding or communion.  It’s particularly sad to see, not men, but women bearing the small white coffin.

Frank Bramley combined social realism with painting en plein air, out of doors. There don’t seem to be any male children in the cortège, but there are some boys in the group of children off to the right, who seem to belong to fishing families.  Their ruddiness suggests they are  healthier than the girls, who look a bit grey, as though they may all be afflicted by the same curse.

If ‘eerie’ means strange and frightening, the suggestion of something lurking that we might not want to know about, then this photo is it.

Bramley_KIngdom of Heaven
‘For of Such is the Kingdom of Heaven’, Frank Bramley, 1891, Auckland Art Gallery, New Zealand

Brown

Ailsa from wheresmybackback challenges us to find photos of things evoking the colour brown. Check out her photos of bog brown water and a ginger brown castle.

Here in Canberra there’s a large written sculpture on a hill in the new Arboretum, a special place planted with masses of trees to replace all those that burnt in destructive fires ten years ago.  The words ‘wide brown land’ come from a poem by Dorothea Mackellar published in 1908: Core of my heart.

Sculpture, Arboretum, Canberra
Sculpture, Arboretum, Canberra

Unfortunately, while the Arboretum is a promise that this land and its people can recover from fire, the threat is always with us.  There are massive fires burning right now, closer to the coast.  And the burnt trees, the pall of smoke, the tumbled bricks of houses – 192 homes destroyed so far – evoke the colour brown, once the fires are under control.  The photo below is from the Daily Telegraph web site:

Firefighters keep watch at Buena Vista Rd, Winmalee, in the Blue Mountains.
Firefighters keep watch at Buena Vista Rd, Winmalee, in the Blue Mountains. Source: News Limited

Weekly photo challenge: Infinite

Infinite – like grains of sand on the beach, the number of numbers, stars in the sky, dots on an Aboriginal painting . . .

When I bought this painting in Fitzroy Falls, NSW, from the artist Marie Barbaric of the Dunghutti Nation, she wrote its story on the back of the canvas for me:

One day an elder of our Nation was walking with his daughters, they came to a waterhole and the father told his daughters to wait by the pool till he returned from hunting. . . .  While he was away a hunter came from another tribe and wanted to take one of the sisters for a bride. . . .  The sisters ran to their father, and to help hide them from the young hunter, he threw his daughters to the stars. . .

Untitled painting by Aboriginal artist Marie Barbaric, 2013
Untitled painting by Aboriginal artist Marie Barbaric, ochre, charcoal, acrylic, 2013

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Pairs

Marianne from East of Málaga challenges us this October to find photos of pairs.  She defines it: A pair is a set of two things used together or regarded as a unit.

These lighthouse feet made me stop and look twice – the rust in its reddishness turns deterioration into art.  The lighthouse is set on a big concrete block so its feet were at my eye level as I wandered around it.

Lighthouse feet, Port-Vendres, France
Lighthouse feet, Port-Vendres, France

And a pair of nights ago I photographed a pair of bottles and two pairs of eyes on a pair of sons.  We were in a restaurant provocatively named Me and Mrs Jones (that’s not a pair).

Bottles of Canberra water in 'Me and Mrs Jones' restaurant, Canberra
Bottles of Canberra water in ‘Me and Mrs Jones’ restaurant, Canberra

Marianne likes us to spread the blog love, so I’ll tell you I loved a poem I read here.  In fact I printed it out and stuck it on my fridge.

And I read a blog about amazing historical embroidery at the Burrell Collection in Glasgow, including a video demonstrating how women kept their arms out of the way of crinoline skirts, here.

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Weekly photo challenge: Good morning

Good morning!  Just having my morning cappuccino and reading, by coincidence, The Sleeper Awakes by H.G. Wells.

I’m up to the part where Graham has escaped from the room where he awoke after sleeping for 203 years…

Good Morning2

Weekly photo challenge: Saturation relaxation

Shaggy on shaggy - pre-haircut
Shaggy on shaggy:  pre-haircut.

I was about to throw out this old shaggy bath mat when I walked past my dog’s bed and had a brain flash, thinking his bed could do with a bit of extra padding.  I threw it down and invited him in.  The result was saturation shagginess and saturation relaxation.

Shaggy on shaggy - post-haircut
Shaggy on shaggy: post-haircut.

Check out the floorboard at the bottom left:  looks like a conehead relaxing!

And check out the relaxed cat on some painted steps here at Ailsa’s relaxing blog.