Auckland
Stories in Auckland
Auckland, spring, Happiness
Spring has arrived
by Benjamin FraserAuckland — I think that it’s time to celebrate. The dandelions are in full bloom, and the sun has started to come out. I enjoy this feeling. It’s like Auckland’s come out from under a grey blanket to see the sun...
Auckland is a wonderful city filled with wonderful people.
by Benjamin FraserAuckland — 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, givin...
Growing Up, Family
A house full of history (aka: "Carolita smelleleta")
by Emanuel RabinaAuckland — When Melissa and I went to the Taylor Swift concert, we had booked a flight back home the day after. However, we woke-up the next day to a text message from the airline, letting us know that our flig...
Friends
Our last little-big adventure
by Emanuel RabinaAuckland — My friend Melissa features in my blog quite a lot over the years, although not always by that name. In the beginning I used to refer to most people by nicknames as I wasn’t sure whether they’d apprec...
Recent photos from Auckland
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Auckland, spring, Happiness
Spring has arrived
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Auckland is a wonderful city filled with wonderful people.
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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.
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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".
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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
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nature, running
I love running here. There are always dogs, and the path goes round the waterfront.
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Quirky cafe. Vegan and vegetarian. Mis-matched vintage china and cutlery. A spaces machine. An artist claims the walls. A welcoming smile. Revel.
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the war on cricket.long and short. but then it turned out short wasn't short enough. Twenty20 often gets a bum rap
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Growing Up, Family
A house full of history (aka: "Carolita smelleleta")
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Friends
Our last little-big adventure
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Wedding center pieces.
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I walk to work alongside the local primary school kids, many of them are immigrants. School chatter and laughter transcend the language barrier. My little UN walking bus.
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New Zealanders, hide your children. An American will attempt driving on the left side of the road.
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Trying to imagine the amount of spitting necessary to manufacture this sign. Can't.
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Morning run.
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To do: pay lawn mower guy, ring nana it's been like three months, get some flea stuff for the dog, think up insightful witticisms
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First narration. At the table, not travelling...... Yet
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Waiting for a bus
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Leaving George Street, Kingsland, and moving into a house of our own.
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