Rabbiting through my holdings
searching for shots of that old church building recently pulled down in Windsor (NZ), I came across these curves—
Whatever she said to him he went pink and his eyes lit up … I like that in a statue.
AND MOVING along to the west and south, a snap that’s now quite impossible—
—’cos the waste ground in front of that building is now being built on. (The seagulls will have to go find somewhere else to squabble …)
being non-religious myself (quite the opposite, in fact) I still enjoy snapping St Mary’s Basilisk in Invercargill—
—is that a curvaceous wee heap, or wot?