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Desert Chicory

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Desert Chicory white desert daisyI'm hoping I correctly identified this white daisy-like flower in this photo from Anza-Borrego desert; I believe it is desert chicory (rafinesquia neomexicana), but if I'm wrong, please let me know in a comment below.

Anyhow, these beauties really stood out because not many of the wildflowers were white.

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Samoan Youth

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This young man was preparing with his friends for his moment of fame on the stage at the Samoan Village at the Polynesian dance festival called Pasifika in Auckland in March this year. Samoan Youth Canon EOS 20D 1/30sec at f/20 ISO 200 Canon 70-300mm lens at 300mm More photographs from the same Pasifika Festival day can be found in my new post, Faces of Pasifika 2007 — A Day at Auckland's Pacific Festival .
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The Active Seniors Collection: Ollie Grandpa and Heart Granny

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Ollie Grandpa — © John Corney The whole spirit of retirement, done right, is this: after a long working life, you finally have time to do the things you always wanted to. Not everyone slows down when they retire. Some people speed up. Some people get on a skateboard for the first time at 68, or ride a motor scooter through the city just because they've earned the right to, or start showing up to family gatherings in outfits that require sunglasses. That's the spirit I wanted to capture in my Active Seniors series — a collection of cheerful illustrations celebrating older people who have decided, quite firmly, that they're not done yet. Meet Ollie Grandpa Ollie Grandpa is the piece above — a spirited older man catching serious air on his skateboard, silver hair flying, a flower-adorned helmet keeping him sensible, a striped scarf trailing behind him because scarves in the wi...
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Cool Granny in Her Austin A35 — © John Corney 2026 This one has a real backstory, and I'd like to tell it properly. An Auckland Sighting On one of my annual visits home to New Zealand, I was walking through central Auckland — at the corner of Queen Street and Karangahape Road (K Road, as everyone calls it) — when a small yellow car went past me and stopped me mid-stride. It was a beautifully kept Austin A35, one of the little British runabouts that were everywhere in New Zealand when I was growing up in the fifties and sixties. Driving it was a woman of a certain age with the confident bearing of someone who had been driving that same car, or one like it, for decades. She looked entirely at home behind the wheel. She belonged to the car and the car belonged to her, and neither of them was in any hurry to change. If you know Auckland, that particular corner will register: Queen Stree...
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