Janet Hughes

New Zealander, printmaker, occasional painter, lazy photographer, intermittent poet, professional editor, old enough to know better. a hef="https://instagram.com/janet_hughesnz?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

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On reflection

I really don’t care for this mural. It’s painted on a water reservoir near our apartment, and it replaced a much better designed one in a similar palette. But I can forgive it sometimes when the setting sun catches it, and this puddle almost reconciled me to it.

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Going bananas! The varieties that flourish in our mild climate are all, I’ve been told, inedible, but very decorative.

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Evening walk

Last sun from the Wellesley St footbridge

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Bird on the fence

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Sloppy downtown

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On reflection

Couldn’t quite believe these reflected sunset colours against the eastern sky, and almost missed them hunting for my phone.

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High Street, wet

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Out walking

Coming home on a wintry night

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On reflection, after rain

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Dumpster day, foggy

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The bridge with the pink bike lane and rainbow bus shelters

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Hanging on, midwinter

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Out the back, midwinter, all lit up

This terrace of century-old shops now includes homes, offices and food outlets. There are a couple of very nocturnal kitchens, and the odd light can always be seen, but rarely so many at once.

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A walk in the dark

Domesticity tucked away on a gothic-looking alleyway.

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Shadow play

Evening walks in winter – the city is full of random lighting drama.

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At the bus stop

The way the glass distorted this image subtly made me want to grab brushes and thick, slick paint.