To insanity and beyond ...: Sometimes my days are extra-ordinary!

Seize every moment ..... every ray of sunshine .... every reflection ...... every grain of sand!! Every day is special and sometimes in the most extra-ordinary of ways.

Yellow on one side of the bay ....

.... and pink on the other!

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve stopped and gazed in awe at the visual feast that assaults my eyes when I’m rambling. Sometimes it’s so fleeting I don’t even have time to think of taking a pic before it’s gone. The four Rosea performing their aerial manoeuver as I walked up Cliff Road this morning were one of those moments. They were so beautiful with their rainbow coloured plumage and left me reeling with their magical kaleidoscope of colour.

Try as I might I couldn’t find them again. Their brief but glorious burst of colour on my world was intoxicating ... I was beaming from ear to ear as the hound and I continued up to the view site. THEY made my day.

I love my time on the sand and in the waves ... yes it was cold - icy cold this morning. I even wore a SCARF - WITH my shorts. I could be persuaded to start wearing long pants if the temp persists in being so low at 6.30 in the morning ... it was a very icy 3 degrees today .... brrrrrr! Coffee couldn’t come soon enough .... and not because of the caffeine!

My caffeine fix nearly went flying though! The hound, distracted by persons who shall remain un-named, nearly pulled it out of my hand .... right outside the Co-op! I had foam all over my gloves and sleeve! BAD hound!! Gareth and Julia found it most amusing ..... hmmmm.

The frost on the grass in the park!

It was SO icy this morning there was even frost on the park ... it’s the second time in a week we’ve seen frost in the park ... winter’s here with a vengeance!

Such a gorgeous reflection ...

The White faced Heron

The heron was in the bay again ... it’s a White faced Heron and is always solitary. I’ve not yet ever seen another heron with it or even in the bay at the same time. As with a lot of bird species here in New Zealand, it’s an Aussie import ... typical. I do like him though ... he moves so gracefully through the waves and along the rocks and isn’t intimidated by any of the other birds. The only thing that sends him soaring majestically into the air are hounds chasing arbitrary balls through the waves. And yes .... even when he’s in a hurry, he’s still elegance personified.

The more photographs I take of reflections, the more reflections I see around me. They are everywhere ... on so many surfaces ... always visible to the eye that can see. Reflections, like so many things in life though, aren’t always seen BECAUSE they’re so obvious. We don’t always see what’s right in front of our eyes.