Wellington
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Life, Feeling alive
It felt good to be alive this morning.
by Aidan RasmussenWellington — There was no reason for it. Another day. Like all the other ones. Same wake up call in the morning. Same thing had for breakfast. Same goodbye to my daughter. Same route walked to work. And yet I didn’t feel the same. You just can’t tell when it’s going to happen. I don’t know if it’s a thought or a feeling, or something deeper, greater; it’s that intangible shift that, for me, only occurs when I...
Emanuel Rabina
Aidan Rasmussen
Achint Saxena
Craig Mod
Andy Neale
homeless, japan, osaka
On the way to work I was reminded of Osaka-jo and the blue tarpaulins of the homeless.
by Aidan RasmussenWellington — I lived in Daikokucho, a short walk from Nanba and the entertainment district of Shinsaibashi, one subway stop north of gangland Osaka, den of supposed iniquity, home to Eastern European ‘hostesses’, ...
Views from a window, Hotels, Beautiful Light
Beautiful late evening sunlight.
by Craig ModWellington — I’m in Wellington, New Zealand, a point on a map, but my soul — as William Gibson likes to say — is lagged. Somewhere over the Pacific. Lost. I was in Tokyo yesterday and San Francisco just a few days...
Food, Work stories
I swear this company runs on sugar
by Emanuel RabinaWellington — “Rowena!” I shout in the general direction of her desk. “Why is there a box of donuts on my desk?” Only 3 months into working for Xero, and I’ve asked a variation of this question several times alre...
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Home is where the heart is!
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To live is not this!
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writing, Prose
He was happy he'd decided to go
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writing, Prose
The farmer's beads
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Memories
The weight of a memory
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moving
My life, distilled down to box form
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Work stories, Dreams
Steampunk-themed café
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Friends, Social interaction
Pushover
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writing, Prose
Wish
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writing, Prose, for Cheryl
That couple by the river
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Cards Against Humanity, Prose
Cards Against Humanity
by Emanuel Rabina in Wellington -
writing, Prose, for Cheryl
My first (sort-of) writing group
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Friends, Singing
Do you want to build a snowman?
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Friends, for Cheryl
Be kind to your knees
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strangers
Sometimes it feels like there's a sign on my face that I can't see...
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Coping strategies, Prose
The Taylor Swift method of dealing with things
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Beer, Sun
Sunny day outside, at the pub
by Michael Meyers in Wellington -
Cleaning
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements
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Prose, writing, work
It might have been the healthy dose of Vitamin D I received today, but the future felt bright.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
cats
A barometer for relationships
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Work stories, City Life, Quiet
The city sleeps alone tonight
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Art, War, Middle East
An added bonus of having a wife that attends art school, are art swaps.
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Plants
Another year
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Thoughts, seasons, Weather
I'm not a summer person
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gratitude, sky, work
I couldn't help myself, I tilted my head and looked to the sky.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
Food, Work stories
I swear this company runs on sugar
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Life, Feeling alive
It felt good to be alive this morning.
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Birthdays
Today was a good day
by Emanuel Rabina in Wellington -
homeless, japan, osaka
On the way to work I was reminded of Osaka-jo and the blue tarpaulins of the homeless.
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Books, Friends
Catching Fire
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Coffee, Prose
"Tall caramel frappuccino...
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Real life, New Beginnings
October sigh
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Thursday is my favourite day of the week.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
It felt like I was intruding on an intimate moment.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
Wet cement.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
I can feel it; the falling away of something. I'm not sure what's going to take its place.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
Incongruous yet harmonious.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
As brilliant as this day suggested it might become, it couldn't outdo my daughter's smile as I left for work.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
Mosque Open Day. Saudi Arabian dates and reduced cream. Hospitality. Travel sick for the Middle East. Don't bomb Syria, Obama.
by Aidan Rasmussen in Wellington -
Views from a window, Hotels, Beautiful Light
Beautiful late evening sunlight.
by Craig Mod in Wellington
Recent photos from Wellington
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It is often in the small and simple things where we find the answer to who we are :)
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Home is where the heart is!
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Autumn breeze clearing the mind
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To live is not this!
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writing, Prose
He was happy he'd decided to go
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Held back
I'm stuck here in a society that doesn't let me be where I need to be. Held back by the people who birthed me, by the people who learned me, by the people who will bury me when I have lived my shitty, cynical life. I have three options, One which would bring joy to me that I have not seen in a long time, one which would give me the opportunity for me to be possibly the happiest ever happy in the future, and one which would break me apart. Most likely I will have to choose the latter. The one that will break me. The society that we have created will break me, just like it has broken you without you even knowing. We sit behind our computers, reading other peoples stories because we have none to tell. I am not free,if I go out and find a drink, I get arrested. If I go to the orchard nearby, I get arrested. If I try and build a house on some land that I think looks suitable to raise my family in, I get arrested. Is this how life is meant to be? Is this how we started? Is this how we will end? This may not make complete sense, but that's because it's come right from my heart. I hate western society.
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Into the wild
Good luck living in a world like this. I'm off to Alaska.
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writing, Prose
The farmer's beads
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Memories
The weight of a memory
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moving
My life, distilled down to box form
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This is where I come to hide. It's quiet here.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
writing, Prose
Wish
in Wellington, New Zealand -
writing, Prose, for Cheryl
That couple by the river
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Cards Against Humanity, Prose
Cards Against Humanity
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Work stories, Dreams
Steampunk-themed café
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Friends, Singing
Do you want to build a snowman?
in Wellington, New Zealand -
writing, Prose, for Cheryl
My first (sort-of) writing group
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meditation, Prose
11 hours of sitting. 10 days straight. Not long now.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Friends, for Cheryl
Be kind to your knees
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Coping strategies, Prose
The Taylor Swift method of dealing with things
in Wellington, New Zealand -
strangers
Sometimes it feels like there's a sign on my face that I can't see...
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festivals
Hi From Tora Beach New Zealand. Tora Tora Tora Music Festival 2014!!
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Travel from New York to New Zealand: in like a lion and out like a lamb.
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Friends, Social interaction
Pushover
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Beer, Sun
Sunny day outside, at the pub
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Cleaning
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements
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Street Art
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Street Art
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Street Art
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Street Art
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Prose, writing, work
It might have been the healthy dose of Vitamin D I received today, but the future felt bright.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
cats
A barometer for relationships
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Work stories, City Life, Quiet
The city sleeps alone tonight
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Art, War, Middle East
An added bonus of having a wife that attends art school, are art swaps.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Plants
Another year
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Life, Feeling alive
It felt good to be alive this morning.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Birthdays
Today was a good day
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Thoughts, seasons, Weather
I'm not a summer person
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Food, Work stories
I swear this company runs on sugar
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Books, Friends
Catching Fire
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Coffee, Prose
"Tall caramel frappuccino...
in Wellington, New Zealand -
homeless, japan, osaka
On the way to work I was reminded of Osaka-jo and the blue tarpaulins of the homeless.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Real life, New Beginnings
October sigh
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Thursday is my favourite day of the week.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
gratitude, sky, work
I couldn't help myself, I tilted my head and looked to the sky.
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Snack time!
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It felt like I was intruding on an intimate moment.
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Wet cement.
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I can feel it; the falling away of something. I'm not sure what's going to take its place.
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Incongruous yet harmonious.
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As brilliant as this day suggested it might become, it couldn't outdo my daughter's smile as I left for work.
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First day of spring comes to a close. Summer edges closer. Sky might be blue. But the air is ice.
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Expected refugee stories; got a PowerPoint and a government official. Should have stayed longer. The stories probably came later. Impatient.
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He wasn’t an island; more like a radioactive atoll that would forever be in quarantine.
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First father's day breakfast in bed.
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Mosque Open Day. Saudi Arabian dates and reduced cream. Hospitality. Travel sick for the Middle East. Don't bomb Syria, Obama.
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The sky was a very unusual colour: cloudy, but strangely luminescent, and pink. Like a pearl.
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In my garden, wondering if this will work now that I've finally upgraded to Ice Cream Sandwich. So far, so good.
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Prep.
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T-minus 24 hrs!
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