Moorea
A few quick images, I haven’t even put them all on my comp yet; no memory or time.
3 weeks until I step foot in California again…
A Week Among Giants
10 days in Mt. Cook national park:
Alright, I guess I should add some words for the first time in a long while. Yes, I’m still alive. Tomorrow I get on a plane for a week in Tahiti. At that time, I’m going to book my flight home, sometime around May 15 give or take. But I wont be home for long, only a few weeks. Then it is north, to follow the summer again, up into the arctic and the midnight sun; which I haven’t seen in 5 long years…
I’ve been up before sunrise every day for the last 2 weeks; bitterly cold in the morning, especially when it had been raining for 3 days straight and all your clothes are wet, with no hope of drying. At which point you give up and goto sleep at 6:30 in the evening, too lazy or tired or cold even to bother cooking dinner; since it will be either rice and or beans in tomato sauce, which you have eaten for the last 4 days straight since all the fresh food you had ran out and your bread went moldy. But even here, the sun returns, and you find yourself 100 meters up the side of a cliff with a bit more to go, watching the next storm approach from the west, hoping the rain will at least wait until you have finished climbing. Its cold and windy, but you cant decide if its worth the effort to pull you jacket out of your pack, since its not that cold. Back to the shelter and within 5 mins the rain starts falling.
How did a picture of me get on here? Careful your monitor doesn’t break!
Six Weeks of Life…
If a photo is worth a thousand words, then here are 22 thousand words for the last six weeks of my life. In reality though, no words can can do justice to these days now gone…
The Long and Lonely Road
Not long after dawn this morning. The van and I alone again, on the road to nowhere…
Hittin’ the Road Again
This may be my last post for a bit, as I’m off traveling again. I think I will head north, though nothing is written in stone. I just came to the realization that I haven’t seen the ocean in over 2 months; the longest period in my entire life. I can hear the sea calling my name and to her I must go, I think. Here’s a few random photos in the meantime.
Lake Wakatipu
Lake Wakatipu, where upon the northern shores my days pass. Every morning as the light awakens me I walk by and gaze while on my way to breakfast. At Lunch, I sit on the lawn or sometimes down by the shore. After dinner I may take a short walk, just to look at the light. The mountains above Glenorchy see the last light of the day as the sun falls in the west. Not a bad view day in and day out…
Bird Attack
By accident while wandering along a riverbank in Mt. Aspiring nat park, I found myself under attack. At first I was scared, until I realized the bird wouldn’t hit me. Then I thought it might make a good photo oprotunity, thus I subjected myself to 20 minutes of attacks by various birds. Here are the results:
Water
If I were to stop and take a picture of every waterfall I have seen, I would have filled up my computer’s hard drive long ago. Though, sometimes I am unable to restrain myself; there is something about water and its movement that I am fascinated with. Here are a few of my observations:
24mm Auckland
Due to a multitude of things, including but not limited to: my laziness, bad weather, not liking big cities, and crowds. I decided Auckland would be best observed from 24mm (x1.5)
A few more pics
Ok, Still figuring all this out a bit. What happened to the good old days of sitting next to a small log fire, and penning out a letter by hand while sipping on some old Scotch. I need a time machine.
I must have spend hours wandering around in aspen groves, following some game trail as it wound its way through the trees, higher and higher up the mountains. The days were filled with a light breeze, the trees making that gentle rustle sound and leaves would be falling in front of me, softly floating to the ground. The light inside was an intense yellow, bright, and warm, shining like the stained glass windows in an old cathedral. The shade cooling from the harsh, high mountain sun. On Saturday, it was fully 2:00 in the afternoon before I remembered that I had yet to eat that day, too busy in awe of what I was seeing to worry about hunger.
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