Such a beautiful day again today – Ruapehu clear against the sky, and a view out over Whanganui to the sea…
absolute Sunday blessings.
As we set out on the Kaikoura Road
sea-mist softened the scarred hills,
and the boarded up dreams
in the small bays with no name.
The rocks rose, coralline-white
drying forever above the old tide line
where the sea was held back
by the land’s sharp rise.
Boulders in tumbled heaps
at the feet of the slipping cliffs
as our convoy rumbled through
below the twisted metal of old train tracks.
Machines battled to tame the land
high on the netted headlands.
Containers stood in serried ranks,
guardians against the falling rocks.
Impressive, those men and those machines,
but after we passed torrential rain
scoured the land where we had been
and the road was closed again.
Crossing Cook Strait was a dream, with the seas still calm ahead of the storm. On deck was a different story though as there was a really cold wind blowing through, and it wasn’t pleasant to stay out there for too long. Have to admit the ferry below wasn’t the one we crossed on – ours was a bit smaller. Loved the mistiness of the hills as we sailed up the sounds, so I left that photo in a rather over-exposed state because I liked it that way.
cry of gulls
and the hills disappearing
We’ve been away for a while – some good reasons, some bad. The whole trip ended up more exciting than we would have wished, and the reasons for that will become apparent with later posts. Suffice to say we were hit by the tail end of a tropical storm, and contended with flooding and slips.
But in the meantime this is the start of our journey – down the Island to Wellington to catch the interisland ferry. Grabbed some photos at Plimmerton on the way down. This is one of my favourite places, with little boatsheds sitting out over the water in a sheltered bay. And at this point the weather was still fine…
The rock beneath
gives firmness to my steps
when trees are bending
to the storm
the ground may shake
and hollow out the sand
from nearby cliffs
against the shore
the waves are flung in vain
my rock holds fast
(Quadrille for Dverse poets)
Raining here today – all day. Doesn’t look good for our Featherston trip tomorrow. So I thought I’d just enjoy some of my photos from a fine evening at the beach. These two were so busy checking their camera that they were taken by surprise when a wave rushed around the driftwood log – causing an outbreak of squeals and giggles…
life is full
of unexpected pleasures
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