The truth about fog

Carl Sandburg was wrong. Wrong. wrong, wrong… and here is the proof. Fog does not move in on little cat feet. Fog rolls in in massive waves, encircling and smothering everything in its path. I watched this gigantic mist roll in and engulf the city of Wellington. The Inter-Islander was just ahead of us asContinue reading “The truth about fog”

The Crown Road

  There’s a long way to get from Queenstown to Wanaka. And there’s also a shortcut… The Crown Road, winding over the Crown ranges – hairpin turns, rock-slides and a bit of screaming on my part. We always go this way and it always terrifies me… It looks so pretty, so scenic from here…

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 myContinue reading “Alpine Dawn”

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 haveContinue reading “Misty River morning”

Blue Pools 2012

A creek running into the Haast River on the South Island, about an hour north of Wanaka, a convergence dubbed the Blue Pools. One of the real pleasures of returning to the same place every year is that you see it in so many different conditions. The sky was heavily overcast when we were thereContinue reading “Blue Pools 2012”