“When vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings…” – Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness North of Westport, State Highway 67 followed the coast on a narrow, scrubby littoral. The outer edge of the Denniston Plateau, where vast amounts of coal were hewn from the earthquake-rumpled landscape during the late nineteenth and early… Continue reading NORTH BY NORTH-WEST
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The High Road to Central
…and light takes on a life of its own.
THE FOREST OF STONE
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time. … Continue reading THE FOREST OF STONE
The Legend of Mackenzie.
But one thing is certain though: he was a tough bastard. You had to be to survive out in the hills. On Sunday March 4, 1855, James Mackenzie made camp below the summit of a mountain pass. Nearby, on a small flat where two streams met, a flock of 1000 sheep grazed, guarded by Mackenzie’s… Continue reading The Legend of Mackenzie.
Coasting the Catlins
Turn your face to the sunand the shadows fall behind you.– Maori Proverb I meet the coast at Fortrose. The road makes an abrupt turn eastward and follows the edge of a tussock-fringed lagoon. A brisk sea-breeze ruffles the water and whips around huddled masses of white-baiters, crouched expectantly over their nets in the muddy… Continue reading Coasting the Catlins
River Song
Every surface, every tree, every stone, every blade of grass seems to absorb the sun’s light, bend it into gentle new spectrums, then radiate it back into the air.
Sgt. Dan the Creamota Man
And then I thought, “Well fuck this”…
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