The earth came alive.
Sometimes New Zealand is home to me; comforting and warm and tranquil. Other times its an alien world and I look around, wide-eyed like a child. Photos: Waimangu, New Zealand
Sometimes New Zealand is home to me; comforting and warm and tranquil. Other times its an alien world and I look around, wide-eyed like a child. Photos: Waimangu, New Zealand
I wonder as I wandered alone, the heat a blanket, the sand falling away beneath my soles, my soul. I feel like Sisyphus, getting nowhere, my arms aching. Photos: Miniature canyons in Mallacoota, Victoria.
Photos: After the fire at Tostaree, Gippsland, Australia. Disaster strikes here and back home in New Zealand. Strength to the my friends and family, and the friends and family of my friends and family in Christchurch.
