John Carter: A Million Miles Away, or Just Down the Road?
A foggy morning in Chelsea Estate Heritage Park transported me to a magical private fantasy world.
A foggy morning in Chelsea Estate Heritage Park transported me to a magical private fantasy world.
A close-up shot of Chelsea factory in bright colours.
“Time to leave,” the seagull said.
Bad weather on the way! Time to batten down the hatches.
Sugar Boat being nudged towards Chelsea Wharf.
Taken at Chelsea Sugar Factory in the morning.
Taken at Chelsea Sugar Factory in the afternoon.
Chelsea at it’s finest.
Coffee break, Chelsea
The Factory is upside down.
A dark fog rolled across the harbour just as the sun’s morning rays kissed the beautiful, bright sugar ship.
This photo captures the spirit of Chelsea Sugar’s Golden Syrup. The morning sun briefly illuminated the metal in the building and rendered it golden.
I love to hear children giggling while at play. It was the giggle that caught my attention and I saw this mum in her Chelsea sugar pink matching jacket playing with her child at the Sugar cafe playground.
While looking out over the Chelsea sugar works I suddenly realised that with out sugar there is no delicious, how boring life would be!
Rusting pipes working to deliver sugar to the masses.
Chelsea cafe.
View of the Chelsea Sugar Factory from a bridge.
Cargo Ship
Represent of two faces of Birkenhead. The modern overlook view of Auckland Sky Tower and the Chelsea Factory operated since 1884.