Ablutions

A recent trip to the West Coast exposed me to a few more bathrooms and toilets.
The colour difference in the reflection of the dryer in the top pic is interesting. The second pic is directly  opposite the dryer. The shower is an enclosed pod. I felt like a spaceman. The bottom sink is at a pub/cafe, Thanks to the miracle of high ISO I was able to snap this dark corner and make it look less gloomy than it really was.

Plug

I like staying run down motes most of the time, there is a humble/sad/innocent/quaint charm that endears them to me. Sometimes they are just a bit too far gone and the charm has worn off, along with a fair bit of paint, varnish, wall paper, carpet, upholstery etc. This grime rich plug was the best thing in the kitchen. I pride my self in not being too repulsed by most squeamish sights. I could not bring myself or let any member of my family take a shower for fear of getting dirtier or even catching some undescribed skin infection. According to the owner of this unit it was the last one waiting for a make over. Hopefully the team who were going to 'do it up' were issued with biohazard suits. If we hadn't been desperate to find accommodation in Picton we may never has discovered this gem.

Seawwed

Just liked the the colour of this seaweed, also on Ross beach.

Stones

A couple of stone collections. There's nothing like bringing a touch of the great untamed wild outdoors into the urban environment but only if its tamed and contained, moulded into acceptable submission. Or it may promote a sense of rock solid security and dependability? The bottom pic is an ever-changing gathering of free range rocks, stones and pebbles roaming the beach at Ross on the West Coast.

Lazy

I spotted these chairs lounging this bush one Saturday night. I went back the following Sunday morning and rattled off a few snaps then cruised off looking for more potential pics. I passed this same bush a mere 15 minutes later and the chairs had vacated the scene. I've seen these same sort of lazy fellows hanging around street corners before. Normally they outstay there welcome after a week or two. I have two theories as to there abrupt disappearance: they were reclaimed by their owners in a fit of guilt or remorse, or someone from the local council depot, that is situated directly behind them, spied me taking the pics and had them hauled off in case I was from the local tabloid about to expose them in some trivial cliched headline designed to outrage radio talkback listeners.

Step

Another small mountain in Timaru, checkout the step up to this fine tin building. The steepness of the this step would almost require crampons especially on a frosty morning. It could be a cunning ploy to deter pram wielding parents from entering the premises or maybe there was only a limited amount of tarmac available?

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.