I remember sitting at a camping ground in Papamoa after days of scourging sunshine. The kind of sunshine that you dream of for summer, but after weeks it has dried the ground so much around us, everything had turned to dust. Over the course of the day the wind changed. Slowly, unnoticeably to most, but a significant enough change to indicate the weather was changing.
The next day, as we packed the drizzle arrived and after we departed the rain set in. When you grow up around the ocean, particularly sailing, you learn what the winds of change are.
My final photo for the 365 project on the 23 September was of a wind sock.
I took it for three reasons;
Firstly, to remind me how I still long to
be in the airborne. In 365 days I missed the opportunity to pilot a plane as a
private pilot. I continually look at the sky and long to fly.
Second, to remind me of how windy it was in September. It’s windy every year around the equinox but most people forget that we get windy weather as the winds of change signal a season change.
Finally, personally I feel like the winds
of change are blowing. I am not sure where the metaphorical weather will lead me, but change after 365 days, is in the wind. I can feel it.
So ends 365 days of photos. 365 days of my life.
The tedious drive from Auckland turned into an expedition of sorts as I tried new ways home. Unfortunately heading down unfamiliar roads without a map can easily lead to a dead-end.In one such dead-end as the road narrowed I spotted a small cemetery and paused to take photo 364. Strolling around the bleak relics of other peoples memories for loved ones, I stumbled across this
gravestone for Olive.
‘Beloved wife of Thomas Nicol, Died 17 August 1907, Aged 23. Thy will be done’.
I wondered if Olive and Thomas were distant relatives of mine, then pondered how she might have died at such a young age. I thought about how unlikely it was that anyone remained alive that remembers
Driving back out of the dead end road I resolved again not to let my life be a dead end.
I’m not so much worried if people don’t remember me in a 100 years time, but more worried if people will remember me for what I have done in the last 10 years, or perhaps more importantly, will
they remember me for what I will do in the next 10 years of my life.
361|365 Nephew – My Uncle Terry left a legacy in my life. He was an awesome uncle. His legacy is that I might be an awesome uncle to my nephews and nieces. (picture of Thomas and Jayden having fun)
362|365 The Mount – Back in Tauranga again and whenever I am there the ocean pulls me to it, just as gravity ultimately draws this bird back to earth. Jim and I used to talk about living in Tauranga and how if we lived there we probably wouldn't go to the beach as often. We were right, Jim now lives in Tauranga, and I live in New Zealands largest inland city. I go to the beach more often than he does.
363|365 Cows – The 365 project of a person living in the Waikato would simply not be an accurate picture of life, without a picture of a cow. I noticed today that it has the number 361 one, maybe I should have taken this photo two days ago.
353|365 Beaten – Kyla's team (Rototuna Green) about to do the post game 'three cheers' after losing the playoff for 3rd/4th to the Te Rapa Dragons, who wait to shake hands.
354|365 Nothing – Almost no photo. An average photo of nothing for an average day of nothing
355|365 Salt Air – Love the beach, love the salt air, it invigorates me and ignites my grey matter and helps me think and helps me pray.
356|365 Flood – Beyond the picnic table, completely below the water is the jetty I often sit on and have my lunch. You can see a picture of the same spot in my Day Zero picture
357|365 Growing Up – This is Kyla in her school production (Jacob her cousin is in the background). As I sat and watched I realised that my Daughters are growing up. Very very scary!
358|365 Moon – Not a great shot, but the moon always amazes me.
360|361 Bubble – Some people live there life in a bubble. Not saying Keren does though.
359|365 Lightning – Huge lightning and thunder storm on Friday night in Hamilton. Love my new camera made this shot easier to the point of cheating.
347|365 My Dad – A poem by Talia (8) written and read at Fathers Day Service at CBC.
'Have you ever seen a grey haired man walking down the street?
Perhaps in work clothes going to buy himself a treat?
Well I have!
Did he look… Awesome, Amazing, Friendly, Competitive, Comforting and Special?
That’s my Dad!
Have you ever seen a brown eyed Man driving over the speed limit?
Are there Daring, Disguised Police eyes staring at him by the Minute?
Well I have!
That’s my Dad!
My Dad is like a treasure, a best friend, an amazing Dad. He is worth more to me than 1,000,000 gold coins because he’s my Dad.'
Awesome poem Talia, Thank You.
345|365 Boarding time – Boarding an Air NZ ATR in Wellington, home for dinner after another 2 nights away.
346|365 Hockey 1, Hockey 2 – I remember back to my school days when hockey was played on a field. Nowadays it is played on Aquaturf and is almost an entirely different game. Faster, more ball skills and they no-longer say “Hockey 1, Hockey 2, Hockey 3” [Picture taken at Kyla’s semi-final game for 8-a-side]
348|365 Earthquake – Was in Christchurch on Monday. A lot of our clients’ buildings are OK, but most of their racking and stock are completely destroyed. They literally had diggers in removing it and dumping it. It is a miracle no one was killed, if it had been 4:35am any other day of the week, we would have had staff working amongst shelving units like this one. I was glad to leave after another aftershock and power failure at the airport while waiting for the plane. A very hard week for the people I know who live in Christchurch, feel for you all.
349|365 Spring – It is nice to see colour around the garden again. Sometimes I get a bit sick of green in the Waikato at this time of year
350|365 City Parks – Took this photo in my lunch break at a local reserve. Same reserve I was jogging through one day and saw a guy running through nude with his dog. Thats another story, but fair to say I don't run through this park nowadays. No nude guys today, a bit cold.
351|365 Clothes Line – Drops of water on the clothes line at night as I hunt for a late photo.
352|365 Breakdown – Of all the places a truck driver wants to break down and come to a complete stop. In the middle of the round-about is not one of them.
338|365 Sydney – Awesome day with Kias and Tracey looking around Sydney. Picture of Karina and Tracey.
339|365 Bondi Beach – Karina and I explore Sydney and end up at Bondi Beach. The sand is amazing.
340|365 Married – Kias & Tracey Hafiz (with Hunter) just after their picturesque relaxed wedding in Sydney.
341|365 Sydney – A picture of Sydney city from our Air NZ flight back to Auckland
342|365 Inhaler – Been struggling to get my asthma under control all winter. Yes I do use a spacer…
344|365 Planning – Sent an hour by the water (Waikato River) working through the priorities for the next few days.
343|365 Akaroa – Had breakfast in Akaroa after a meeting. When I said to the lady in the coffee shop we where there for a meeting, she was mystified “a meeting? in Akaroa?”
Way way over due for update of 365 photos. Here are days 331 to 337
331|365 Old School – Even driving into St Paul’s feels prestigious, feels old school, feels old money.
332|365 Weeds – Sometimes love means weeding gardens without being asked.
333|365 Miracles – Talia doing the dishes and smiling. A miracle? ☺
334|365 Inboxes – Have learnt over the last year to have as few inboxes as possible and keeping them clear dramatically improves productivity.
335|365 Millennium Development Goals – Went to Auckland Uni to hear Helen Clarke talk on the UN MDGs. Quote of the day “If you have a world that suffers injustices as much as ours does, it cant be at peace with itself”. Her point we need to reduce injustice to get peace.
336|365 Red in the Morning – Shepherds warning, and yes it did rain!
337|365 Grandma – My Mum and Dad are over to look after the kids while we head to Sydney.
Met, know and have heard of bundles of people, lately who are not themselves. Thy feel flat, down and maybe a little bit empty. Much of it I’m sure is the winter blues.
Well, if you are one of those people I have a solution. At this time of year the playgrounds are practically empty. No kids, particularly during the day.
So head down to the park, why not take a friend. Then forget that you’re meant to ‘behave’ like a grown up and jump on a swing.
It will be the wackiest thing you have done in ages, but I guarantee some of the winter emptiness will disappear.
Picture a day without colour
No colour in buildings or things we wear
No colour in paint for art to smear
No colour in the sun or sky above
No colour in stuff we love
Picture a day without colour
And rejoice that today
Is filled with colour!
[329|365 – I love how colourful schools have become]