Splinters

This unnamed mountain is nestled in the bosom of Timaru's industrial hinterland.
Lurking on the other side from what I could glen from peering through the fence is a factory that seems to produce wooden posts…. a lot of wooden posts. I wonder if the power pole or the fence posts were made there, transported to far flung corners of the country only to return and stand in silence as more of their kind are peeled, chipped and heaped on to this splintery pyramid. Of course I could be wrong and it may just be some hoarder's obsessive collection.

Transport

A quick stroll around the back streets of Timaru one evening before Christmas.
Just a thought why don't we call submarines, Sinkers, and why is it a Horse Float?

Slug

This slippery customer was spotted one night ascending the back wall. It was a good size, about 10cm.
I think it's a Yellow Cellar Slug, a nocturnal European import. Not sure why it chose to slither up that wall, it's the same wall a stick insect was seen plodding and nodding up. This is a rare time I use flash. Under most circumstances I far prefer to use the available light. I don't even own a flash flash. The light that spews from them is deeply offense to me, it has no sympathy.

Blossom

This scene greets you as you enter the village of Cave in south Canterbury. I've always been intrigued by this road sign of the older female child dragging a younger male child behind her. It was designed back in the 50's or 60's by a British women. It would be interesting to know if the sign would still be in use if it had been an older male hauling a young female along?

Waves

These fierce looking waves are lapping around an aquarium near the new jetty in Kaikoura.
I assume they are waves not a closeup view of a circular saw blade. The table is an ex cable reel, that carries on the watery theme with a more realistic colour pallet. Sadly the aquarium was closed when we breezed past, I'm looking forward to returning to see what hardy aquatic life forms are out there braving those waves.

Monument

There are many hunks of rock scattered throughout the country's back roads commemorating some historical event. Quite often the event is of very local interest, almost like they are a marketing tool for that district. This one is dedicated to a a man who became a folk hero to many young struggling want to be farmers and others who felt they were out side what was then a very divided and class based society.  He also had a loyal dog which probably tugged at a few heart strings.

Yuccas

I spent about an hour just wandering amongst these yuccas and cabbage trees, totally mesmerized by the almost cartoonish wonder of their shapes. I suspect there were once a few homes on this piece of land next to the railway line that runs along the east coast of the South Island. This landscape has a feel that it would be a great backdrop for a movie. I must return and see what it's like with different light.