Colonial Housing

I find myself surrounded by an abundance of two- or three-story buildings that sparkle with the charm of a frontier town.

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Walk in the Park

I walk up Brooklyn Road … and stumble upon Central Park.

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Sign on the Wall

Stone is said to last. Opinions or paint less so. I find many places around here where they meet in what according to this logic must be a fragile relationship.

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Shelter from the Storm

I thought I escaped Cyclone Lusi when I left Auckland in horizontal rain. Well it caught up with me. The severe weather warning did not. Now I am stuck for hours in a building that normally has a panoramic view on Wellington. All I see now is a Wall of Grey. There is glass all around me: Torrential rains pummel it, severe winds push it.