Haast River Blue

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Haast River Blue

Imagine a river overflowing with magic… it runs 100 kilometres from the Haast Pass in the Southern Alps to the Tasman Sea. On the South Island of New Zealand – of course…

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Lovely and magical.

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poietes

08/01/2011 at 10:16 am

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You’d be inspired! If you hold the water in your cupped hands – it is still that colour. Comes down from the glaciers and the southern Alps that way…

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Titirangi Storyteller

08/01/2011 at 10:43 pm

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- Amazing~! A glimpse of paradise 🙂
  
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  03/07/2012 at 2:28 am
  
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[…] unforgiving light that make it seem a bit harsh. Nothing like it looked a couple of years ago (click here to see the post from the 2010 shot) where the light was almost yellow and the water was […]

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