Peter Pan statue in the Dunedin Botanical Gardens.
And if you know the story of Peter Pan, you know that this is the Darling family's Newfoundland called Nana. Note how over the years her nose has been rubbed shiny by thousands, maybe millions, of hands.
These industrious fellows are holding fable-creatures shaped like some sort of dragon-fish whose spurting mouths form part of the fountain.
A rather wonky box-thorn maze of which I am very fond. It has a casual, meandering air about it. Maybe because it hasn't been clipped to within an inch of its life.
This was my only successful aviary shot. I was pleased that I managed to catch something of the characteristic parrot-y gleam in his eye. There is something compelling about the knowing glint in the eye of a parrot.
And there's something too about a tree. A stillness that belies the fact that there is a gurgling, bubbling factory inside each one.
(These photos I took while waiting for the call from son C to say the first of his two bothersome wisdom teeth had been removed, and he was now ready to be picked up. This is the son with the broken ankle. He is a bit of a wreck at the moment, however despite the discomfort of ankle and teeth, he manages to remain patient and cheerful.)