Posts by ChrisW
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Capture: See Into the Trees, in reply to Nora Leggs,
Alternative angle on the blow-dried tui,
could almost be the same one but for the lack of blossoms on the walnut tree. -
A taller ti kouka head, with a mantle of seed strings from the dawn redwood.
Plenty of sun for the ti kouka in the winter, but it struggles in the summer growing season.The dawn redwood captures only a little of the wnter sun, but really, would it mind stepping out from ti kouka's sun for the summer?
Though disguised by a misleading name, the dawn redwood it happens is Chinese, seen here in proportion to NZ's ti kouka? :-) -
Some more trees from the front lawn then!
Late sun on ti kouka,
though I was tempted to name it for the white spotted pukeko
to be spotted as for Michael Smither’s 'White Gate, Kaitake'. -
Tree news from the front lawn
Later half of July and the walnut has finally lost all its leaves, invigorating my passive solar heating and opening up my visual world.
The walnut stretches out to touch the corners of its new world –
kowhai at near/top, disregarding the neighbours’ fence at left, heading for the river beyond, and my kitchen window at right. -
Southerly: Who was George Hildebrand…, in reply to David Haywood,
The inscription seems a bit pointed.
David - splendid photo and story with it. I’ve followed this thread with interest though without fully engaging with all the detail as it’s unfolded, but still I appreciate the power of your experience in excavating through the lichens and metaphors covering this fallen headstone.
The verse is from what appears to have been or be a popular ?Non-Conformist hymn, and I think you’re fully justified in reading meaningful nuances in the headstone as a whole – that’s what they were/are for, as a means of communicating with the future. -
Southerly: Who was George Hildebrand…, in reply to Hilary Stace,
I just realised that Bill Alington who Nicky McCreanor mentioned above (hello Nicky), and I know of as a significant modernist architect in Wellington, and as the husband of the late Margaret Alington historian, is actually William Hildebrand Alington b 1929 in the Turnbull records.
Where (with the aid of your Wikipedia reference) I see that Margaret Alington is Margaret Hilda Alington nee Broadhead. And because I really do like old cemeteries, I’ve known her as Margaret H. Alington, author of an excellent 1978 book on my shelves – "Unquiet Earth", a thorough if not definitive history of the Bolton Street Cemetery of which a large chunk was destroyed for the Wellington motorway in the 1960s.
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A tidier fungus in corresponding ecological niche, recycling the roots of a Eucalyptus stump.
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Inanimate globule on puha, antless toadstools emerging from the stump of the old lemon tree, sadly missed.
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Capture: Getting closer, in reply to Ian Dalziel,
such a sad looking globule...
Ah, ‘tis a great drop, Nora, but (bigger-file magic, perhaps) I think more expressive than merely ‘sad’.
Looks to be grimly succumbing to hypothermia – recognising, with the last of its self-awareness, the inevitability of its tragic demise.(Gross animism, albeit speculative fiction, to arouse the cultural scorn of Don Brash. Ref. Kim Hill interview on Saturday Morning.)
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Sunshine on leaves, crucial cogs at the heart of many cycles ...
