The little magnolia tree around the corner always punches above its weight when springtime rolls around.
I guess the Holy Family's got to get trekking early if they're going to make it from Auckland to Bethlehem by Christmas. Spotted on Great North Road in Grey Lynn.
I was taking pictures. Camera slung around my neck – the international sign of the tourist. A white man in his 70s stopped me on the street for a chat. Mussed grey hair, blue knit pullover, tired polar fleece jacket. Pudgy. Lonely. Lives in the next town over. Asked me where I was from. … Continue reading Conversation in the provinces