Showing posts with label fences. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fences. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Spring

There's no denying spring has sprung.  Not that I want to deny it, after all I've been waiting for it.  To be precise I'm waiting for summer but spring has to be endured first.  The wet weather continues just a little more unpredictably than the constancy of winter rain.  The road side kowhai distract from the puddles.


The little calves are learning about the outside world in the paddock opposite my house.  They still have a bit to learn.  Knowing which human is the one who feeds you is an important lesson and they haven't yet learned to distinguish me from the pretty blonde who rides the bike towing their feeder.  They hear my front door open and come to the fence hoping this time it will be me. 


The lambs don't let their feeder too far from sight despite having to dirty their knees to get down low enough to dine.  They will be learning how to survive without their mums soon enough.



I'm accumulating a collection of very bad bird photos.  Usually the kereru (bush pigeons) attract attention with the loud swoosh of their wings in flight.  But I now know an area beside the road into the Tangihua Forest where there is an active pair and keep an eye out.  They don't fly away from me but manage to stay far enough away to be safe from my camera.  I guess they are feasting on spring berries. 


Linking to Gosia's Fences around the World for the first time in ages.

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Sheep

Whenever I drive to Auckland I always think about the traffic in the city before I leave and plan my trip to avoid traffic congestion.  Even if I don't have to worry about getting somewhere on time, I still resent any time spent sitting in traffic in the city.  When it happens I try to tell myself not to be like my father whose hatred for traffic (and traffic lights) was often a source of amusement to his offspring.  

On the other hand it doesn't matter one iota has long I have sit behind a flock or sheep or heard of cows on a rural road.  It is always a pleasant experience for me.  Of course, it helps if my camera is handy and I have time to fire off a quick shot out the car window. 


These sheep know the drill and mainly stick to the road as they are moved from paddock to paddock.  The roadside fences are there but don't seem necessary.



They are pretty important when the flock reach their destination.

Friday, 4 August 2017

Late Fences

I've become accustomed to composing my photos to include fences because I've been taking part in Gosia's weekly roundup of Fences Around the World. Although I rarely remember to post on the right day.

Anyway, here's my collection of fences from the past week or two.  The first few are from Taranaki where my eyes are always drawn towards the mountain.


This shot  is here purely because I drove up a particular road with this shot in mind, only to find the clouds had moved across in front of it while I was getting there.  I was not amused.


A few minutes later the same day he was a little more visible.  Yes, according to legend, he's a man mountain.


I got up closer but luck was still not with me.  There's always next time.


The next few are taken out the car window when I drove to Mahurangi Regional Park on my way home on Saturday.




And these are the fences on either side of the road that I travel frequently to visit my son and his family on the 'other' farm.

Thursday, 29 June 2017

Wairarapa

There's some rather clever marketing going on in the Wairarapa.  I don't know why I always call the area the Wairarapa.  I've seen it referred to as both with and without the 'the'.  The area is only about an hour's drive north of Wellington and each of the little towns makes itself a destination for something in an effort to attract the Wellingtonian's weekend dollar.  Carterton, where we stayed has its central location as an advantage and claims to be the arts hub of the Wairarapa, although we didn't discover any of the authors, illustrators and painters it is home to.  

We did, however, visit Paua World where paua shell is incorporated into the jewellery and homeware which is admired by many tourists.  Not my cup of tea but there was an interesting video about the life cycle of the paua and how they harvest and polish the shells.

Stonehenge Aotearoa, on the other hand, was fascinating.  Yes, New Zealand's very own Stonehenge!  On a rural hillside, overlooking the Tararua Ranges.   A full scale working adaptation of the original, built right here in Aotearoa (New Zealand) to help us understand the wonder of stone circles.

I'd never remember everything they told us so have cheated to gather this information.
 
Stonehenge Aotearoa is a giant astronomical clock constructed from circles of stone, as is its 4000-year-old ancestor in England. Both are 30 metres in diameter, and they  have the same task, but that is where their similarities end. Our Stonehenge is designed for its specific location’s latitude and longitude. Its role is to accurately track the seasons and help New Zealanders understand the beauty, complexity and scientific truths of our southern skies.

Though there are other astronomical clocks, this one is unique as it links with Maori astronomy and the navigational points of the Maori star-compass that Kupe and his fellow sailors used to navigate their way to and from New Zealand and around the Pacific.

Richard Hall is one of New Zealand’s foremost astronomers. It was his idea to build a Stonehenge here. But this vast structure is not a one-man creation. The Phoenix Astronomical Society, which has 250 members, provided voluntary labour over a period of two years to construct it. Robert Adam spent over a thousand hours completing the required surveying and astronomical calculations and the Royal Society of New Zealand helped in the funding.

 

Near Stonehenge Aotearoa is the most frequently photographed building in the Wairarapa, known as the Haunted House at Ahiaruhe.  It sits on top of a ridge and can be seen from miles around.  It was built in Palmerston North in 1925 and moved by a farmer to this location in four pieces in the mid 1980s. The farmer intended to renovate it and make it his family home but the couple separated soon after and he was left with four children to raise at a time when it was hard to make money on a farm.  There was no money to spend on the house so he so he has left it to Nature’s devices and it has continued to deteriorate. It didn't look what I imagined a haunted house would look like.


There are fences in all my shots of Stonehenge Aotearoa, so am linking to Gosia's Fences from around the World.

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Taranaki fences

I'm very much an occasional blogger these days.  I don't post while I'm away from home and I've been tripping around a bit lately.    Below are some fences near my daughter's home in Taranaki.  Just practical farm fences in farming countryside.

  Raindrops clinging to a farm fence

 The family returning from a late afternoon bike ride.
 
Arriving home

 Looking back the way they have come earlier in the day.

The view from Aiden's school

Since I joined Good Fences and embraced the fence I don't need to get cross every time a fence gets in the way of my shots.  Which is just as well as it sure happens a lot!  Now I just have to learn to love power poles!

Thursday, 25 May 2017

Thursday, 11 May 2017

From back when

My mind has been taking me back to Scotland a lot lately.  Scrolling down memory lane via my photos I came across this shot of crofts.  And, thankfully, I had labelled it properly because I would never have have remembered the name of the village - Eoropaidh, on the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides.  I think of it as the place where they farm fences. 


 My friend, Graham had taken me to this spot to visit St Moluag's, a 12th Century church which stands about 100 metress back off the road, accessed by a path between two crofts.



Thursday, 23 June 2016

Friday, 18 March 2016

Forgotten fences

Thanks to St Patrick's Day I've spent a day remembering my trip to Ireland.  Oh, how I loved Ireland!  While looking through my photos I picked out a few fence shots to share.  I haven't linked to Good Fences for over a year, it's time I got back into the swing.

All of these were taken on the Dingle Peninsula, the first few at the farm of the shepherd, Gabriel.


 Gabriel's father home, behind the stone fence, not lived in since the 1960s.


Gabriel and his dog heading back down to the road.


Friday, 12 June 2015

A fence to keep him safe


The fence that keeps my little grandson safe.


Over the road, at the school, it's just the top of the fence that peeps out through the agapanthus .


I'm linking to Good Fences.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Signs

Something off in the distance caught my eye.  I could see a flash of green when the trees moved in the wind.  It mystified me so much I had to go and see what it was.   Only just over another week to see who the new owner will be. 


That got me going on signs on fences.


More For Sale signs.  Anyone would think houses are worth more than farms, the signs advertising them are so large.  But they do hide a really ugly fence.


Signs of summer at the beach.


I'll be away again this weekend but if anyone from Good Fences passes by, could you link me please.