This Friday our theme is Fresh. “New to one's experience; not encountered before. Recently made, produced, or harvested; Free from impurity or pollution; pure. Many choices here for fresh.”
All my shots were taken last weekend in places I have never visited before, or not for a very long time. Nearly all of them are taken on or near beaches while enjoying the brisk, fresh air. I think they are all pure, unspoiled.
The Far North of New Zealand is very narrow, a quick drive from one coast to the other. First up, a little mountain of froth blown from the wild surf on the west coast.
And the pretty coloured kelp of the west coast freshly washed up from the sea.
On the east coast the kelp was more the colour I see more often:
Bit of wood very recently left by the tide on the east coast:
More wood freshly delivered by the sea on the west coast. I thought this looked like a little abandoned ship.
East coast baby mussels:
West coast weed peeking through pine needles:
Don’t know if this is a flower or a weed but it was growing wild on the east coast. Chris knew it as Pink Sour Grass as a child in Western Australia.
Heading for home again we decided on a little detour to revisit St Barnabas Church at Peria. A year ago when we last called in it was in a very sorry state and two dedicated parishioners were taking down the fittings in preparation for a make-over. Look what a difference a fresh coat of paint has made:
Last stop on the way home, fresh coffee in Kawakawa.
