Misty River morning

Winter has taken on a dreamy surrealistic feel about now. We’ve never had more rain than we’ve had in the last few months. The endless pounding of rain on the roof; the bending, arching trees; the Y-light nothing colour that you can almost see through to a world that seems almost there. We did have

Mt Aspiring Mist

Spent a good part of today sorting out photos for a competition. It’s a funny sort of thing to do – amazing how those ‘great’ photos you adored when you took them (and blogged them!) don’t stand up over time. And funny how some of them do. This is actually the very first photo I

Bull mist

If the birds and the bees can see ultraviolet and infrared, well… what’s to stop a small herd of bull calves from seeing disco lights in the morning mist? Or maybe they were just so happy to see me, they were overjoyed. I’ll always wonder.

In broad daylight

The forest on a misty morning, a two-storey house with many many rooms, nooks and crannies. All sorts of creatures can live there. Including you. And me. I’ve uploaded a different take on this scene here… a different shot, but from the same time and place and a little bit different treatment and wide… Actually

One sheep keeping watch

Sheep are just so… sheepish. You stop the car and they run for the hills – or at least to the other side of the paddock. They’re sheep. It’s what they do. But you’ve got to admire that one sheep, that one that will stand its ground, with a bit of curiosity, with a bit

Get lost

found ourselves wandering down to the misty banks of the Clutha River this morning…

Lothlorien

I don’t rightly know if the woods down here have a proper name. But in the Lord of the Rings movies they played Lothlorien. I’ve got no trouble believing there’s elves or other sprite-life dwelling here…