I like wandering around fishing boats, they seem to hold a noble calling that dates back to the romantic age when everyone traveled by sea. This is something I like more in theory than practice as I certainly don’t have sea legs, nor do I have a stomach for fresh fish, so spending any time on a fishing boat holds no appeal at all. However, I can see why others might like it. I guess it’s the aged look fishing boats have that I find interesting, and what stories they could tell. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
As I wandered around the small village of Taieri Mouth, again I found myself taking in a monument to soldiers who lost their lives in war. This one was decoratively made out of stone, stood about waist high, featuring a compass and included the words ‘for those who left and never returned.’ As I read and took in my surroundings, I let my thoughts drift, not settling on anything in particular until my attention was drawn to Moturata Island. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
Continuing on, following the stone wall, a field of yellow then came into few on my right. Now here was something altogether unexpected. Who would have guessed that amongst the stone walls, old fence lines, cow and sheep poo, gorse bushes, potholes and undulations I would find a field full of buttercups. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
