I think it was the light.
Everywhere, the land seemed to hold stories. I watched it pass by as I drove and thought, if I’d been alone I’d have stopped, walked away from the car and listened for a long time. It’s the land of poets and listeners and people who say nothing.
We were driving to Te Anau, and the Eglinton Valley, and the Darrans: places I’d never been; places—the Darrans especially—I’ve known since childhood. On to Lake Adelaide and the hard granite of Sabre.
I drove on, feeling as I were driving forward into my own history.
Photo 1: Enough of fluffy photos of little birds! Here's something entirely different; it's my neighbour's mailbox, back here in the Pohangina Valley, photographed two days ago—the same evening I took the background photo for the blog header (that was almost from my back door). More little fluffy birds coming soon...
Photo and words © 2006 Pete McGregor