From K' Road to Britomart

I went into the city today; Auckland, NZ., that is of course, and wandered along streets and through parks that are old friends. I just wanted a nice walk and I've been neglecting Auckland of late. The pictures I've taken and propose to share with you today, if you decide to continue reading, are not really new ones. Those of you who regularly read my posts might recognize some of them, but realize that they were taken this time from different angles. And separated in time too, by a couple of years.   

Yipes!  Have I startled you with my first picture? I turned off from K' Road, and walked through St. Kevin's Arcade. I descended the stairs and found this interesting, albeit somewhat disconcerting mural at the base of them. 

I have a lot more steps to go.  I've arrived at a time of my life that I consciously have to use caution while navigating flights of stars. I'm almost 72 after all, and there are four flights of them here below me, one after the other, each between 11 and 17 steps in length and all of them concrete, with no handrails.  A fall would be ill-advised.  

I'm in Myer's Park now. It's about 10 a.m. and the sky is bright.  I tried to lighten up the shadows in this picture with editing on the computer, but was not very successful.  I've been telling myself that I wanted the palms that way.  

How many geometric shapes do you see in this picture?  

They're working in front of the New Zealand Mint.  One day, some years back, Jeanne, the boys and I each held a solid kilogram (2.2 lbs.) of gold in this building.  

Here's another shot of the same building. 

This is my favorite 'back of old brick buildings' shots.  (Mt. Albert has some dandies too.) 

I came across this place about half way down Queen Street, but it would fit in perfectly on K' Road as well. 

I like walking past this building. Not only is the architecture interesting, but the reflections in the windows change depending on your position on the sidewalk opposite.  But wait, are those really reflections, or something weird inside the building?  

I soon found myself on a bench in Britomart, listening to this talented student 'tickling the ivories.'  (You can tell I'm old, right?)  

It was good to walk again through Auckland. I plan to repeat this adventure several more times and vary my route with each visit.  You'll be invited along of course.   -djf