Nelson, NZ

Nelson, NZ

Nelson, New Zealand

Nelson, New Zealand

Another New Zealand photo (I have literally thousands!), this one was taken on the short hike up to the geographical centre of the country in the town of Nelson. About six months after I arrived in NZ, I spent the better part of a month working in a backpackers there in exchange for accommodation. While the pace was definitely slower than Auckland or Wellington, Nelson was a beautiful place to regroup myself for a while.

Cox’s Bay Reserve

Cox’s Bay Reserve

Cox's Bay Reserve, Auckland

Cox’s Bay Reserve, Auckland

After the cold and gray of yesterday’s photo, I thought I’d brighten things up around here with a photo from my old Auckland running route. The day I realized that the path I’d chosen lead to this one was a very happy day indeed! I really miss running in Auckland, despite the crazy assed hills, because the routes I ran were so very lovely with upside down pine trees (I never did learn what they were called), pohutukawa in full bloom in December, rivers, ferns, and wild shrubbery. Now that Im back in Toronto, surrounded by concrete and construction, I really long for my Kiwi days.

Mýrdalsjökull

Mýrdalsjökull

Mýrdalsjökull

Mýrdalsjökull

All of the cold weather Toronto is currently experiencing (hello polar vortex!) has reminded me of the last time I was well and truly frozen: the day I walked on a glacier in Iceland.

Mýrdalsjökull (say that 10x fast!) was one of the stops that the South Shore Adventure tour made on a day-long journey around that part of the country. This photo is not in black and white: this is exactly how it looked that day! It was very rainy and it seemed as though the clouds came right down to the earth. The black that you see is actually ash from when the somewhat nearby Eyjafjallajökull erupted the previous year.

Daily photo: spotted in a Parisian flea market

Daily photo: spotted in a Parisian flea market

Spotted in a Parisian flea market

Spotted in a Parisian flea market

On my second day in Paris, I wandered up from the apartment a friend had graciously allowed me to spend the night at to the famed cemetery, Père Lachaise. It was a Saturday, and outside the main entrance was a wonderful flea market spanning the length of the property. I found this rusty old metal sign in one of the stalls, and wished I could have brought it home with me. A quick google search tells me that the brand is still around, or at least it’s still being mentioned on the internet so there’s that. I’m always glad to see old timey fibre companies stand the test of time!