Again, Hanoi, this time in the park, about 6 different species of monkey in cages in the rain. There were signs up telling us not to feed the animals, there were scatterings of food across the floor and none of the animals looked like they should be there or wanted to be.
I took a lot of pictures of this male, ass his expression said it all for me. He didn’t interact with the Vietnamese couple offering food, as the others did. He simply ignored all of us, staring off into space.
I’m not sure this shows an entire story, but as soon as I saw this woman in Hanoi, I wanted to take a picture of her, but without drawing attention to myself. I had to stand across the road and use the zoom, because I wanted to know her story.
Who is she? Why does she look so sad? Is it grief? Despair? Desperation? I will never know but I will always wonder.
There is loads of amazing street art in Sydney, but this one in Newtown, on a side street leading to cafe is my favourite.
I wish we had more of it at home.
My bus drive brought me to this magnificent site – Franz Joseph Glacier, on the west coast of the South Island.
The Glacier itself is constantly on the move, slowly edging down the valley, carving out more structure as it goes, carried by the weight of ice and snow that pile up on the top and by the force of Gravity.
At the moment, however, the Glacier is receding, which means it is melting at a faster rate than the ice is being created. In 2008 the Franz Joseph Glacier reached down to the bottom third of this photo, but global warming has seen its melt rate increase in the last 6 years.
The melt water runs down the oceans, increasing the sea level. If the sea level rises many, if not most, island nations will be affected, leading to whole communities and countries being ‘on the move’ to find safe homes.
A little late for this week’s photo challenge, as I’ve been on the move with Kiwi Experience, travelling through the South Island of New Zealand.
I’ve been sitting in the front seat hoping to be able to take some good driving pictures. This is a bridge originally built around the time of New Zealand’s gold rush.
My garden in Newcastle, I can take no credit for the flowers.
A trip to Paris one chilly, crisp January.
I was taking pictures in the Button Shop in Newtown, Sydney today. I like clusters of things in similar colours, or objects that are grouped by theme and here were some colourful letters and numbers just waiting for this challenge.
And a final one to tie in with the others, a similar view this time the Tyne Bridge with The Sage Gateshead in the foreground, a picture I took in the summer which then inspired the Australian one.
Sydney Opera House, close up.
Since I’m in Sydney, it seems fitting to have my two Monument pictures feature icons of the Australian landscape. The first here is the Sydney Harbour Bridge, viewed here from the front of the Sydney Opera House.
This is the Main Street of the village I was born in, Turweston in Buckinghamshire, and a stark contrast to the urban pictures I’m putting up.
It’s easy to forget that people actually work in this street in Melbourne covered in the most amazing graffiti.