Posts Tagged ‘travel’

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Reflections

January 21, 2013

I took this photo in mid-December 2012. I was walking around St. Paul’s Cathedral with a friend, and this reflection (on the surface of a sculpture) caught my eye. Given the equipment I had with me at the time, it was the only way I could capture the whole cathedral. I particularly love how the curvature of the sculpture renders the cathedral to look as if it has melted. I won’t think too deeply about what that might mean!

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Alone time.

January 13, 2013

I love leaving the cell phone at home (or, switched off and out of sight), going to my favourite cafe and reading all by my self with a coffee for a few hours. I try to steal this alone time whenever I can. Which is why I feel a little bit guilty for taking this photo–this gentleman was probably doing just that, and I couldn’t resist taking a photo of him. I love the colours of this cafe (Fidel’s, in Wellington, New Zealand), and the contrast of his tidy appearance against the roughed-up decor. 

Alone time

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An afternoon off

December 6, 2012

I’m equipped with a camera again! Now I have a 650D, and I’m loving it. I don’t, however, have any editing software (because my laptop was also taken in the burglary) so for now I share with you completely unedited photos (except for some cropping and tagging)…

Life is still busy so ‘camera time’ is tight. Luckily I’ve still got some annual leave left this year, so on a whim I took the afternoon off and headed out. Brixton Village/Market Row in south London is one of my favourite places to go for a wander. It’s hectic busy on the weekends, but much more chilled during the week. A bunch of independent grocers, restaurants, cafes and bakeries. It’s just perfect. Casa Morita: highly recommended.

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Bay city rolling.

November 18, 2011

On a recent trip to San Francisco, I got to spend some quality time with family, friends and my camera.  I saw some of the city’s must-sees. I indulged in some of the best coffee I’d had in the US (shout out to Ritual for their amazing cuppas and for playing decent music at the booth). I walked around for days, getting the best calf work out of my life. I saw some sad stuff on the street, and some really lovely things. Here are a few snap shots, in no order and with no descriptions. SFO can speak for herself!

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It’s in the box.

November 15, 2011

It’s no secret that I love cake. This love actually extends to most of the baked-goods family, from bread to biscuits.  For my last birthday, my Parisian then-housemate gave me what I can only describe as The. Best. Thing. Ever.  A box of joy from the famous Parisian patisserie, Ladurée. The joy was not just the contents (an array of macarons), now that I think of it. The joy was the distinctive mint-coloured box with gold leaf. The joy was the ribbon. The joy was unravelling the ribbon and lifting the lid. The joy was the colours, the flavours, and the sugar rush. Next time you are lucky enough to visit Paris (or London, Milan or New York), visit Ladurée. I promise you, you will not regret it.

 

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The winter water.

August 14, 2011

Even though it was the middle of winter, on my recent trip to New Zealand I spent a lot of time at the beach.  This probably seems unusual to you, especially if you didn’t grow up in a coastal town.  The beach and ocean tend to conjure up images of summer: surfing, barbeques, volley ball.  For me it’s not a seasonal activity, but rather just the way it is, every day. Whatever the ocean decides to do on a particular day—spray refreshing blue water up into the sky or slumber a deep green of calm—I love it, I need it and I am calmed by it.  These images are from the Lyall Bay (Wellington) coast at dusk. Wintery cold, grey with a hint of orange, and just the right amount of uncertainty to feel like everything was just as it should be.

 

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The power of cake.

July 24, 2011

I love cake: baking cake,  gifting cake, eating cake. When you’ve traveled a long distance, and haven’t seen your friends and family for a long time, there’s nothing more enjoyable than catching up with coffee and cake. That’s what I recently did, both in Wellington, New Zealand and Sydney, Australia.  The first wee cupcake  I had was a gift from my bestie, which she picked up from Tempt in the Old Bank Arcade.

 

The next lot (five cakes and eight macarons in total were gleefully consumed) were sourced from my favourite Sydney patisserie: Adriano Zumbo.  Zumbo is Australia’s premier cake artiste, and he creates some wonderfully strange things. We had, amongst other things, a lemon cheesecake with avocado cream cheese (“ave a avo”), a pandan mousse with kaffir lime and coconut (“don the pandan man”) and a white chocolate mousse with coriander cremeaux, peanut caramel, dried chilli sable and almond sponge (“enter the dragon”). The names of the cakes are as beautiful as their taste and presentation. They didn’t last long.