Smarting from an absurd defeat, the old champion nursed his pride and his suitcase, tears streaming down his face.

Their rubber wheels thunder and wobble every week out to the foot of Calgary Street, Sandringham, where they wait.

PACIFIC FISH & POULTRY, suppliers of: tuna, octopus, boneless snapper, hapuka, fresh giblets, and chickens. #gone

Before the insane apartment-building boom there was this sculpture outlet in Nelson Street's old red-roofed shops.

"JESUS IS LORD" barks loudly across the barren Onehunga bus terminus, surely improved in all the years since then.

"NO", flaking from a corrugated-steel fish-factory wall somewhere in the now-office-buildings old Fanshawe Street.

A brightly-burning symbol of a life that wasn't to be mine, a battered yellow ute parked outside a home in Thames.

Auckland's venerable White Lady hamburger truck working at the bottom of Shortland Street on a wet night in 1999.

Momentously, this morning seems feasible for a first coat of colour paint on the back of the house, before rain comes.

Periglacial Blue in the wild as a sample patch of dry paint becomes an oddly-unsatisfying icy-pepperminty nothingness.

Beyond the mighty blade it is plain to see there is fuck-all of a crowd assembled to watch this big cricket test-match.

The tweenagers are insanely afraid of the shark, and their fear drives them towards many suboptimal and bad decisions.

The linen cupboard again sports evidence of an unwelcome mouse visitor: this time it's straight for the peanut butter!

The washhouse has released a basketful of cloth baby-squares ready to go another round of dribbles, spills, and feeds.

i'm really astonished the big bad blue National Party is actually rerunning the horrible evil Melissa Lee in Mt Albert.

"Image of MOON" was something of a big flop for me via the adorable NASA/Harvard micro-observatory http://mo-www.cfa.harvard.edu/OWN/