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who likes the simple life. But does he get it? Sometimes … and sometimes his simple life becomes simply different. As in this evening for example …


our intrepid explorer (moi) set out on foot to capture (on pixels, mind) the elusive daffodil. At great cost to himself he succeeded and intercepted a planned invasion by a spearhead group of daffodils following a lone scout as they crept ever closer to a local town—

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—after which, whilst photographing the shattered remains of fallen avian heroes he was accosted by a Southland battle-maiden returning in her car from whatever mission she’d been on herself—

“Hey, you~!”


“Yes, you! The old poop on his knees on my verge … are you alright?”

“Yes indeedy, fine thank you—just snaptographing this deceased egg—”

—and you can imagine from there. Turns out she was actually more concerned for my welfare than the welfare of her grassy verge so altruism isn’t extinct in Southland yet. She thought I’d taken a fall. But I scored enough shots of the broken egg to keep The Spouse painting for much of the coming summer so it was worth it—

Egglet circa 2014. Gone but not forgotten ...
Egglet circa 2014. Gone but not forgotten …

Screen Shot 2014-09-18 at 19.18.42—and on return my adventure was completed by discussing localised variations on the theme ‘biscuit’ via WordPress comments. I learned that in the UK a particular confection is known as a Jam Dodger while over here on the sunny end of the planet that ancestral name has evolved into ‘Shrewsbury biscuit’.Screen Shot 2014-09-18 at 19.18.03

So the bikkie images scattered with adventurous abandonment throughout this post are shots of various incarnations of Shrewsburys. Shrewsburies? Jam Dodgers? Whatevers—either way they are yumsome …


my runnething cup, the other day in town I managed to score some more blasted tui birds—

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—and on heading back to the car (parked an awesome distance away) I happened across a scene that gives me hope for the future—

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—it’s been done before of course, and doubtlessly shall be forever. The best I ever saw was the El Alamein fountain in Sydney blowing bubbles all over the Cross, the most spectacular was in Auckland where the (university students?) artists had added Condy’s crystals (hope I got that right) to their mix. Colourful doesn’t even begin to describe it …

A simple guy, I like the simple life.

And now to contact the authorities and organise that wee local town’s defenses against the invading yellow hordes. Doubtlessly a committee will be formed with lots of meetings, and lots of Shrewsbury Dodgers …




10 thoughts on “SIMPLICITY

      1. As English I was taught scone to rhyme with stone; in NZ one uses sconn to rhyme with ‘on’.
        And potato crisps are becoming chippies; chips thank heavens aren’t french fries yet. (Hell, even FFs became ‘liberty fries’ there for a while in America when the French didn’t want to play in their silly games.)

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