I don't go to cities very often, so when we went to Auckland recently I was a bit like a kid. Unlike all the workers and regulars who trot along from A to B with their heads fixed on straight and their gaze inward, I look around all the time, gawping at all the 90 degree edges, metal and shine, steel and glass and concrete all around. It amazes me how very unrelentingly fabricated humans can make their environment. Almost everywhere one looks there is only hard inorganic surfaces, and yet the people still survive.
So it was almost with unreasonable joy I spotted this gum tree in the heart of the city. Isn't it so informal, so wonderfully curved, so deliciously disorganised and patchy ? I especially loved the armpit! And I don't care that people were looking at me as I pressed my front to the tree to take the shot straight up the trunk. Perhaps they even remembered the next day as they hurried past on their habitual track, and looked at it, and gave themselves a little dose of healthy natural.