Photographer and kites

A fantastic day and so we headed to New Brighton beach and of course my favourite photographer got off the mark straight away. After the miserable run of rain, floods, and a deluge of general bullshit, everyone seemed real and a gentle breeze lifted kites and spirits alike.

We had a great time. Dogs chasing balls, dogs chasing other dogs, and even a dog surfing. The tide was completely out and beach was a stretch of blissful hazy happiness. Christchurch at its best.