Arts Décoratifs Bordeaux.

Spring in Bordeaux.

Ngaranui beach.

Bow Street.

Auckland Lantern Festival.

Last night under the first full moon of the serpent year. The trees in Albert Park were like silhouettes of black amidst paper box lotus flowers and an artist’s vision of life after death.

Ngaranui beach.

Yesterday afternoon at Ngaranui Beach with my nieces and nephews. We caught the most breathtakingly beautiful sunset under Karioi Mountain where the ocean was warm and colored like the tropical...

Raglan.

These last few days by the sea in Raglan have been moments of reflection. I’ve reminisced about the life of my grandmother, a strong, charismatic, well-travelled woman who lived for almost one...

Wainui Reserve.

Today in the uninhabited surroundings of Wainui, a beautifully reserved forest of wild trees and streams that lead to Ngaruanui Beach. – Everything here felt so quiet and still.

Summer in the gardens.

On Sunday afternoon I was momentarily distracted by spectrums of cobalt and amethyst, the color of summer hydrangeas, a decorative flower that my grandmother cultivated tirelessly with passion on...

A place unknown by most.

Yesterday afternoon in the peridot-colored water, somewhere in a hollow of the forest, a place unknown by most. Their voices echoed like the ripples beneath that danced against their skin. Their...

Lorenzen Bay.

This afternoon with India in Lorenzen Bay at an old quiet house built near the shores of the sea. India and I met when we were in high school. There was always death between our voices though I...

Auckland Botanical Gardens.

A saturday afternoon spent together in the gardens. Delicate botanicals and lush foreign perfumes from familiar yet distant places intoxicated my mind with colors and memories of cities I’ve...

Waikato River.

By the Waikato river, where I’ve lived most recently in transience with the ones I love. Preconceptions of this place have made for moments of unforeseen beauty and I’ve been reminded again of how...

Auckland Museum.

Pinned butterflies from far away places lie dead yet alive amidst ancient pieces of art that our ancestors once carved, painted and adorned with their souls. The intricate patterns and details tell...

One Tree Hill Auckland.

This afternoon. Surrounded by nothing but the silence of the native trees and the intertwining song of birds. A faint moment of rain decorated delicate spiderwebs with droplets of light and the...

November sky.

Like moths to a flame…

Kinohaku…

- Candela in the hollows of Hakarimata, where the Patupaiarehe live. - Butterfly skulls, they speak of death, they speak of beauty. - The sleepy forest in Kinohaku, where my grandmother was born. -...

Life below the mountain.

Hakarimata.

A house by the sea…

A house by the sea…

This weekend I returned to Raglan, my hometown, where my father still lives in our house by the sea. It’s so beautiful here at this time of the year, I almost feel regret for momentarily...

The secret forest…

This afternoon with a girl I met named Faith. Nothing at all but the forest and two pieces of noir. No ties to unnecessary clothing. Just conversations about travel, the world and what life in her...

Madonna in Paris…

Their etherial faces seem to stare at you from the walls. Their eyes feel like secrets from another time.