I don’t find myself heading north very often, but found myself at 7am today on this beautiful beach at Urenui, half an hour from my home town. It was calm and the sun had just appeared and I was in awe of the reflections and the rock formations. I felt inspired for the first time in quite a while and that was a great feeling. .
I had never travelled this road. That’s what funeral’s do to you. They make you travel new roads, see new sights, meet new people. The storm had passed and the sun was making it’s way through the dense black clouds and seemingly straight down onto one tiny little house, alone in this beautiful valley. On a day of sadness, it was a ray of sunshine in more ways than one.
There was something about the light this morning that made the mountain seem especially majestic. What an incredible sight to behold while going about the morning’s chores…enough to make you just pause and consider the incredible thing that is nature.
Today I was on a very well traversed road and from under a cloud of fog and ending a weekend of sleety flurries, icy winds and rain… emerged this! Stunning….
It is always good to get away and see new sights. The hills are different here from where I live, the landscape changed subtely and the light, somehow different.
The sun was there. A large gold orb floating just above the horizon. Then, seemingly in an instance, it was almost gone, leaving in its wake, a spectacular sky of pinks, blues and purples. The blackest silhouette of winter trees remained momentarily as the golden orb sank fully into the sea beyond the horizon. What an incredibly sight on a mid-winter’s evening.
It is definitely fall here. Or autumn as we call it where I live. I spotted this tree covered in resplendent red leaves and was taken by the intense colour against the grey sky and branches….simply sublime!
A new painting. Titled “The weight of water”
Inspired by the black sand, the blue sea and the light shifting on both, where I live.
I hope you like it.
Some close up images below….
The cliffs around this part of the country are old. Not ancient perhaps, as we are after all a relatively new country in the wider scheme of land formation and the like. But the rocks are old still and they are beaten daily by the relentless tides, winds and weather. They have a primitive, raw feeling about them and you feel as though you might be the very first person to touch them.
It’s a surreal feeling to find yourself on an isolated beach…just you, the rocky cliff face and the sea moving toward you. You feel momentarily like an explorer, a discoverer of new lands. You feel powerful and exhilarated and as you look at the huge cliffs and endless sea, somehow also strangely tiny and irrelevant.
This old original dairy factory in the back roads of South Taranaki is someone’s home. I know because..
- There is a sky TV satellite disk installed.
- There are pots and a car parked around the other side.
I like it because it reminds me of buildings in Italy and France (without the fancy balustrades of course). This photograph below – being from Nice in France.
I also like the dairy factory for the same reasons – its aged patina, its wooden shutters and its pastel hues. It seems so out of kilter in a country town full of dairy factories and farm buildings that are practical and functional and made of simple wood and brick and that are definitely not pink. I always wonder about who built it this way and why?