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.
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.
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?
It was one of those moments when I had to stop and reflect on how lucky I am…to be able to leave my home and after a five minute drive, enjoy this stunning view during my evening run. It really is quite sensational.
Summer doesn’t get any better than a nice summer hot of 31 degrees (Celsius), a cloudless sky, a golden sandy beach, the bluest sea, white lazy waves and a chalky white island in the distance…
I have been back in Hawkes Bay on the eastern side of New Zealand. This image is from the breathtakingly gorgeous Waimarama Beach.
Lazy summer days are great for relaxing and recharging…but one can only relax for so long and I have found myself itching to get back to my city base and get going with loads of ideas for another book, an exhibition and setting up my own gallery this year…!
Smoke covered the fields. While the smoke was creating an interesting vista, the only clearly visible and somewhat strangely located item was a trailer parked in the field and seemingly abandoned. I also liked the line of power poles leading to the homes by the sea. I was glad I had my camera with me.