Sometimes I don’t have much to say. So here’s a photo of Mama Bear and I relaxing in bed one morning last week.
Cows are cool. There are a whole lot of different cow breeds that you’ll see in rural New Zealand, but by far the most common is the Friesian with it’s black and white hide (me, I’m really partial to Jersey cows. They’re around too, but you’ve got to look for them).
So when Demeter and I were driving home from our long weekend holiday and spotted this field next to our quiet country highway? It was time to make a stop and get some pics for the Scavenger Hunt! ‘Livestock’ is one of the locations, and it’s rather difficult to get when you live in a city (I’d been trying for well over a year, whenever I travelled).
It’s been a while since my last ‘derp’ post, and it felt like time! For this post there’s a theme: derping with parasols. Because why not?
(Derp post 1; Derp post 2)
A few years old now, this photo is immediately dated by my black hair and fringe. (What happened to that top? I really liked it!) Hylas caught a great expression here, with my eyes closed and my mouth partway through changing position:
Early December is the start of summer in New Zealand. Not that it’s that hot then. (February’s another matter – by then you know it’s summer for sure!) When you’re in the state of Victoria, Australia, early December is a different matter: it’s already summer with a vengeance, with plenty of sunburn, sweat, and stickiness.
So when Tethys and I spent a day out in Kinglake National Park, it was hot. Which is why I had a parasol and plenty of sunblock on for our wee hike through the bush. What I didn’t know was where the path would take us, which was to a bridge, and then to a great viewing platform overlooking a waterfall.
Sometimes I’m utterly amazed that Apollo and I have been together for so long – over thirteen years. Other days I’m not surprised at all: our days flow together comfortably and lovingly (albeit full of experiences good, bad, stressful and entertaining!).
The other day one of my blog posts was automatically retweeted – this one from near the end of 2006 – and after re-reading it and smiling I had to wonder. Which holiday away had that been? Where had we gone? Was it to see relatives, or get some time away, or something else? I spent the evening sporadically considering this, and when I awoke on Saturday morning (and then awoke Apollo for some sleepy sexy fun) we sprawled in bed with a cup of tea and discussed it.
I pondered on the prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday, unsure if I wanted to write or not. But the phrase used for the prompt (“I don’t want realism. I want magic.”) kept tugging at me. Did I want magic? What about realism? Where did I fall on the continuum of magical through to real?
Magic is appealing. It really is (and I read a whole lot of fantasy!). But for everything I considered where magic would be amazing, I could see what I’d lose as a result.
What are you looking at? Can you tell? Does the click-through help you at all?
That’s right – it’s Hylas’ cock. And it’s thoroughly squished between the two parts of the Electric Bondage Board (there’s no escape!). The more squishing, the better the contact for the electricity… and there’s where I get a whole lot of sadistic pleasure.
A maginally less squished view is below (and for ultimate squish, click on through).
In Bowentown, near Waihi Beach, there’s an astonishing view that Demeter wanted to share with me. From the clifftops by the holiday park you could look out across Shelley Bay to Athenree (where we were staying), as well as over the inlet to Matakana Island, which was trees as far as the eye could see.
Demeter drove, and we reached there as the sun was starting to go down – and in addition to being very bright and a tad windy, it was also utterly stunning.
The Ferrari came to a stop right next to me. I was pretty bad at telling cars apart, but I had no trouble identifying this one – particularly because it was cherry-red and buffed to a shine. The roof was down already, and the tinted window dropped to reveal a grinning face. Obviously this fellow was a fan; all those classic cars to choose from but this was the one he was tooling around in, driving it off the museum floor to the sunny outdoor courtyard.
This is an older photo, taken back in 2010 on my 32nd birthday. Not as old as I’ve made it look, though! I adore the view of Auckland behind me in this shot, and I’ve edited to make it look like the old pictures in my family photo album. If my parents had been up Mt Victoria in Devonport before I was born and taken a photo? Then this is similar to what the picture would look like, I think.keep looking »