Auckland is a wonderful city filled with wonderful people.
August 29th, 2015, 5pm
It was 14°C with broken clouds. The breeze was gentle.
I’ve lived here for all my life, even though it may be short, and I now know that this city is our very own for a reason - life. Our lives are entwined around the harmony between nature and man, giving us a sense of unification with the land like the Maori had with the Tangata Whenua (land). History repeats itself, going round and round. Land. Tangata Whenua. Land. Tangata Whenua. Land. Tangata Whenua.
Other moments in Auckland
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Auckland, spring, Happiness
Spring has arrived
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The bike returns
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Enchanted by St. Vincent
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Waiting for the bus, for one of the last times. I love the air this early in the morning.
in Auckland, New Zealand -
writing, Ink, Fountain Pen
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free... - Michaelangelo
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writing, words, Persistance
Write.Every.Day.Until.The.Story.Is.Done.Then.Write.The.Next.Story.Write.Word.By.Word.Until."the end".
in Auckland, New Zealand -
writing, Journalling, Writing Naked
Naked Writing...there is nothing more secret, more intimate, more revealing, more naked than a writer's journal...watch me strip
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writing, Handwriting, Ink
Writers write, ink bleeds
in Auckland, New Zealand -
nature, running
I love running here. There are always dogs, and the path goes round the waterfront.
in Auckland, New Zealand