When walking in the park on a sunny, wintery day, I came across a pond in the New Zealand garden. The sun was on a cabbage tree on the other side of the pond, highlighting the tree trunk and some nearby reeds and grasses.
The reflections in the water, the opposites of pines and natives, light and shadow, caught my eye . This is my impression of that day.
One evening in July it had been a crisp, still winter day and when I looked out of the window in the early evening the sun was just setting behind the houses opposite. The roofs and trees around were backlit by the setting sun for some beautiful few minutes. The sky was glorious. The lamp light was glowing.
One day driving around Lyttleton Harbour, I looked across the bay and saw dark clouds arriving over the hills, which were still in the sun . The contrast between the clouds and the sun on the hills caught my eye.
The weather was changing, winter on our doorstep, the last of the roses were still blooming. I picked a small bunch before the rain and wind got to them and put them in a vase. Then decided to paint them, to remember them through winter, till the spring arrives.
On a walk in Hagley park, I saw an older birch-like tree with a big strong trunk next to the Avon. When I looked through the undergrowth I saw the lonely punter pushing his boat. The shadows on the trunk and the flash of colour amidst all the green and brown caught my eye and stayed in my memory.
After a visit to Little River, I stopped at a lookout over a lake. The sun was shining on the pebbly shore. Trees made strong shadows and the lake water streamed in between stones, mud and sand. On the opposite shore grew trees and scrub and paddocks were interlaced with little gullies. Lots of birds on the water made tiny dots.