Here Are Many Skylines

Dominion, Volume 31, Issue 136, 5 March 1938, Page 9 (Supplement)

Here Are Many Skylines

Members Look Out From Their Doors

Sun Behind the Island. TJEFORE the new hangar was built in the aerodrome, our skyline was the sea. The water is of a very deep blue, and if there is the least foam it shows very clearly. While we were staying at Day’s Bay I had a lovely skyline from my room. When lying in bed at night I could see the branches, twigs, and foliage of the trees outside, silhouetted against the summer-night sky. Patterns could be traced in the tangle of twigs, and through gaps stars could be seen twinkling merrily. Every tine night as the sun sank to rest behind the bills, the mountains of the South Island would come into view with startling distinctness.— Hune (14). Wellington. Surrounding Hills. Through a waving screen of green branches 1 look to the distant ranges which bound my skyline. Dim blue and mysterious purple they are in the distance, and the nearer hills are fresh and green. Everywhere I look my skyline is bounded by hills. Hills silhouetted against the blazing glory of a crimson sunset, hills dewy and fresh against a pale morning sky, hills dusky and purple in the eventide. And what do I think as I gaze out upon them? Sometimes I like to imagine that beyond rhe blue ranges lies the great world. The hills seem to beekpli mo and say, “Come and see what lies beyond us in the magic realms of the world.” Then I think of every Strange and alluring country on the map. and I think of sailing the Seven Seas and seeing every corner of the globe. Then I vow I will never rest until 1 have seen all that I bare dreamed, and how many dreams those hills have inspired. Such is my skyline, the skyline that is to me yet another portal to the happy world of fancy.— Annie Laurie (15). Wellington. Mountain at Sunset. From my place 1 see Mt. Egmont. It towers above everything else. M hen the sun sets the mountain looks lovely against a back-ground of red or orange. —Lady Lavender (11). Eltliam. Changing Sky. From my bedroom window I can see the distant skyline—a curving hilltop crested with thick dark trees. In broad daylight, it is merely something pleasant to look at, but as the day changes so the skyline grows in beauty.

At night it shows faintly—a black pen-cil-mark across a deep blue sky; at sunset it is a dark shadow against the rosy clouds, but on a misty day it is loveliest. Then I can see it, dimly purple, through ever-changing clouds of filmy mist. There are few things to my mind that are lovelier than that changing, misty, skyline.— Miss Billy (14), City. Bush Scene. Looking now at the skyline from my window, 1 can see part of the bushclad Rualiines towering majestically above everything else, with tall windswept trees standing out boldly against the blue of the sky. There are hills too. with cool willows tossing and waving their green branches in the cool breeze. They remind me of a sparkling. bubbling little creek, and mossy boulders along its banks; ferns dipping in the cool water and growing a-riot among little blue-eyed forget-me-nots and tall puuga ferns: white starry clematis climbing up the trunks of 'he trees, and little bright-eyed starlings darting and whistling among the green leaves. Perhaps there would be a tui. singing melodiously in a giant rimii. and little furry bunnies playing amidst the flowers and ferns.— New Zealand Lass (16). Waipawa. A Circle of Hills. Tracing our skyline all round US makes an interesting pastime. It wanders up and down seemingly with no plan at all. Beyond where our valley opens out to the plains, the skyline is softly shaded with pnrpley-bntes as the far-distant, ranges reach the sky. until only a dim straight line can be seen. Further round it grows more defined, as sharp green hills show clearly against the brighter blue of the sky. until the skyline comes closer up to us on each side. Then with bold outlines the bright green, rock-jagged hills, stand our with proud majesty from the sky of deep blue. Each hill is shown with sweeping strokes, and the outline is rough as each hill meets the other. But best 1 love to watch the skylines in the evening. The distant ranges are smoky blue, just lit with the hist few rays of the sinking sun. and nearer are the skylines of our own high hills, which stand out in sharp relief against the dark sky. The bills are darkly, shaded and all is quiet. Then, to me, more than any other time, the skyline a thing of beauty.— Peter (16) Havelock North.