I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
It doesn’t matter what the weather turns on in New Zealand. Blue sky and sunshine can be delightful but clouds add drama to a landscape. My first post of photos from a two week trip in March celebrates the beauty of autumnal weather in Aotearoa – The land of the long white cloud.
High on the Port Hills overlooking Christchurch with Matthew – husband and travel companion.
From Christchurch we travel to Waitati, near Dunedin. Here is Blueskin Bay.
Blueskin Bay patterns – land, water and sky.
Matthew and our sister-in-law, Clare, walk ahead of me. Huge tides mean that later, all this expanse of sand will be covered with water.
Residents of Blueskin Bay in a haze of morning mist and sea spray.
The weather closes in as we explore the Otago coast.
A southerly cold-front blasts the South Island and temperatures plummet.
Next day, on the trip from coast to mountains, I take this photo out of the car window as we drive in the rain.
Pine Cottage, our accommodation at Lake Pukaki (near Mt Cook). Matthew would like it to be known that it is 4 degrees C.
Sheep, snow and clouds on the high country sheep station where we stay.
The Church of the Good Shepherd at Lake Tekapo.
Matthew in his soul place; Mackenzie Country. The clouds part a little for Aoraki Mount Cook.
Matthew on the braided river-bed where icy water flows from glacial melt of Tasman Glacier.
The milky-coloured water contains ‘flour’ – particles of rock ground down by glacial action. Above, the clouds seem to be a boiling mass.
A rainbow over the Rakaia River at Coleridge.
Just us at Lake Coleridge.
Into the eye of the sun, Lake Coleridge.
“That’s a bright flag”, says Matthew as he drives. Simultaneously I am photographing the scene from the passenger seat.
“A drive to the end of somewhere”, is Matthew’s description of our wanderings.
Mountains framed by clouds – revealing, concealing.
A cloud’s attraction to a mountain…one so ethereal, the other so solid. Opposites attract.
“Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air / and feather canyons everywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way…” Joni Mitchell
The weather wasn’t totally inclement. There was sun – and there were birds (OH! THE BIRDS!!). So more photographic essays will follow shortly.