Along the Clutha River

Broken Bridge

Spotted this decaying old bridge on the way down to Tongariro, but went right past. It stuck in my mind though and I made a point of looking out for it on the way back… Can’t quite explain it, but it feels so desolate, so absolutely lost and forgotten. The stream it once traversed is

2 Angels

I can’t help wonder a bit if the arm that’s missing was the one that held the umbrella? And also… what would it be like to have your sole companion through the centuries to be a blind, deaf mute? Is there any point in complaining if no one knows?

Fading sign of human occupation

I am always happy when I see signs that nature is winning the small battles – at least for the moment… and, I suppose, in the end she’ll win it all, no matter how we struggle, though I am thinking, barring a last-minute Mayan coup, that we don’t have to hold our speci-al breath over