Jono Shields/prints

The Tallest Ghosts. The morning fog swirls around the trunks of pine trees. Now hundreds of years old, they are marked to be chopped down.

I don't know where this came from, but someone must have dragged it a long way for it to get here.

The haze from the sea air becomes much more apparent at dusk. With the beach behind us the day is up and it is time to go home.

A stranger sits on a bench relaxing after work. Her phone is away, but the music streams into her ears as the she gazes over the sunset.

The sun isn't even up and the Gannet Colony is already a hive of activity. Some are fishing for breakfast, others collecting grass to build their nests.

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I have added this to my list. I can't go to work, I can't see my friends and family. I can barely go outside. And now I can't sit down.

Aotea Square. A summers day. Food vendors serve anything from Tteokbokki to Churros. Pigeons flock hoping to collect anything left behind.

Pedestal lit dancers perform at Turama, Albert Park. A festival of immersive arts and performance.

A boy marches down the streets of Auckland to fight for Animal Rights.

A small girl enjoys her smoothie while taking in all the sights and sounds of the Auckland Night Markets.