The silver fern is one of the unofficial symbols of New Zealand.
The silvery white underside of a silver fern frond. Otari-Wilton’s Bush, Wellington, NZ
This tree-fern is endemic to New Zealand. The name comes from the silvery white color of the leaves’ undersides.
When I was in Buenos Aires in 2010, there was something I couldn’t wait to ask Ale, our city tour guide, an architect by training, about.
The question: “Are there any sundials in the city?” Ale’s response: “Not that I know of. Why?” Continue reading “Travel Sights and Souvenirs: Sundials”
Christchurch left me with a feeling of early spring, when it’s still chilly at dawn but the sun is definitely warm in the late morning. When the snow crocus shoots appear, when the buds swell and the light green tiny leaves unfurl. Before the allergies, before the bugs emerge, way before the days start getting shorter. Continue reading “Christchurch Seven and a Half Years after the Earthquake”
One of the books I’m reading now is “Sapiens” by Yuval Noah Harari. To be precise, listening to the the audiobook version.
While I occasionally could use a reference for this or that statement, and often feel depressed reading this, it’s a mind-twistingly fascinating read.
For instance.
Love letters understated 