Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Watery Wednesday: Fountain



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At one end of the Down Town of Auckland towards the railway station are these projecting water jets. They remind me of a similar one in Bugis in Singapore.

At the back are the Pohutukawa trees also known fondly as the New Zealand Christmas trees. The red flowers bloom at this time.

12 comments:

Luna Miranda said...

most of the newer malls here have this kind of fountain. i saw kids playing on the fountain last weekend--they were all wet.:p

Ginny said...

How different, this is all flat? So can anyone just walk in if they want? Like on a hot day, does anyone do that?

Lesley said...

this must be a great way to cool off - if people are allowed to run into the jets.

HOOTIN' ANNI said...

Awesome fountain photo!!

Happy Watery Wednesday to you Ann.

Buck said...

My children and I LOVE those things! We don't have any here, but we visited family in Kansas City and they had one of these plazas!

The Japanese Redneck said...

Very pretty. Those trees are beautiful!

Lorac said...

My grandkids would be in there in a flash on a hot day!I have never seen one the same.

ewok1993 said...

I like this kind of fountain. Big hit with kids during the summer months.

Kim, USA said...

I see this in our malls here too. And the good thing is that in summer they allow kids to play with the water.
Fountain of Red

bettyl said...

The fountain is certainly different. I like it.

Yes, Ann, the 'floppy bakeware' are silicone pans and you really should try yours! They are a bit awkward to handle sometimes, but bake quite nicely.

Corner Gardener Sue said...

That would be a fun place on a hot day. We won't have any of those in my part of the world any time soon.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

WATCHING FOR THE WET STUFF

Water for the thirsty,
Water just for play,
Water for the forests,
Water for the hay—

Water’s what we’re seeking,
Both on sea and land,
Watching for the wet stuff,
Cameras in hand.


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Cutting through the Waters