Christmas, parade

I had the chance to photograph the Upper Hutt Christmas parade. Quite a collection of diverse people, but all unified under the celebration. It was a good chance for the community to show case for itself.

Top, dog

24mm, f/8 1/160 ISO 100

Pohutukawa tree, A’la urban

The New Zealand Christmas tree always blossoms around Christmas time.

Passive, verb

Just, standing around

Makes you believe that the Autons are real.

Plum-flavoured sweets, I change my hats with ease

Another re-visitation of a childhood food. This time it’s a sweet. Candy if you’re American. It’s essentially dried, powdered plum, that’s been pressed together. Bound together in a cylindrical packet, they can only be eaten as flat disks.

Sweet enough, I remember eating them, amongst other things at Christmas time.

Win-win I say.

They were smaller disks back then, but the taste was the same. Probably a different manufacturer. That’s the wonder of coming from a mixed cultural background, you get the best of, in my case, both cultures. Two hats that I can change as I please.

 

Christmas tradition, ginger cookies, custard and cake

Christmas day, was spent at a fellow native speakers apartment. There was a bunch of us there. Dinner was a stuffed chicken with gravy, mashed pumpkin, mashed potato, steamed broccoli and even some salad chucked in for good measure.

I was able to redeem my Paris Baguette points for a (semi) free cake. It was eaten with home made custard. Yummy. To top it of, we were given a small plate of ginger cookies, with a small chocolate tucked away amongst them. I can sense a tradition when I see it.