Alpine Dawn

It’s actually a bit after dawn, the sun still very low in the sky, the mist rising from the lake, shuffling along like an old man on his first trip to the loo for the day. For those who are used to more regular posts, I do apologise – it just seems I’ve lost my

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

Flock on the move

I have to say it’s damned hard to follow up my beautiful grazing sheep. But – it’s not a competition. And I rather like this overexposed flock of ducks on the run in the early morning hour. It was so still, the only thing I could hear was their wings.

Aspiring bull

We made our annual jaunt up Mount Aspiring today. Cloudy, cold and rainy, beautifully bleak. Got some amazing scenery shots, but had to go with this close up of a black angus bull. What a handsome devil! Whilst there are fences and paddocks and some of the farmers to make some semblence of containing the

Aspiring

The short version of the Mt Aspiring story is we stayed at the bottom and made our way to the top. We arose two hours before dawn so we could watch the sun rise – but to be honest, that far south, it doesn’t come up til eight in the morning this time of year,