Gulp! Murder most foul, and dastardly deeds!
Call the Police.
We've had a case of gnomicide!
I suspect we know the Catprit.
Gulp! Murder most foul, and dastardly deeds!
Call the Police.
We've had a case of gnomicide!
I suspect we know the Catprit.
We were invited to the opening of Shapeshifter 2016 at the Dowse Art Museum. The exhibition is held every second year as part of Wellington's Arts Festival.
It features sculptures by artists from throughout New Zealand all placed around Riddiford Gardens opposite the Gallery.
A fascinatingly diverse range of pieces were displayed. So we wandered happily for over an hour, and I snapped lots of photos.
Favourites? Several:
I like the humour of this frog character. It reminds me of Wind in the Willows and such childhood stories. It's my pick for a piece the Sculpture Trust could buy & install beside the Waiwhetu Stream!
This installation of glossy birds was eye-catching. The irregular placement appealed, as did the depth of the sheen of the individual birds.
This piece somehow managed to combine the dread and fear of Tolkien's Ringwraiths with beautiful curves and artful assembly from driftwood.
This piece puzzled me and I couldn't avoid remembering the delight of our kids (Charlotte especially) as they rode an elaborate carousel in Fontainebleau in France. But what happens when ...?
Last October, we travelled to Whitianga and had a (largely) lovely time. And I've extolled the virtues elsewhere and again.
A few weeks ago, I even managed to finish processing some of the video I took during the trip:
And then, just the other day during my daily perusal of the newspaper's Death Notices, the following leapt out at me:
Barry Brickell, of the Driving Creek Railway! Oh dear!
.It's been here a long time.
And it's ending was signalled a long time ago
But still, there's something sad about when it finally arrives.
Cats aren't always the most house-trainable animals.
And sometimes their table manners leave a bit to be desired!