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.

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.