On the Monday of Easter I arrived home from what was a most eventful and enjoyable weekend away with two of my most favourite ladies, my wife Sonya and daughter Rachelle. We’d gone away to go to the stage show Mrs Browns Boys in Auckland. We travelled via car so we could visit some of the places we’d had on our bucket list. The first being Waitomo Caves. Rachelle had never been there and I was keen to re-visit to get photos.
I took a drive from Queenstown to Kingston early one morning and on my way there I was blown away by the constantly changing lighting conditions on the landscapes. The sun breaking through the slow moving clouds on the mountain peaks was a real awaking to just how amazing this part of the country truly is. I could have sat in one spot the entire day and within every five to ten minutes it would have looked like a totally different place. So taken by it all, the trip to Kingston was a long one. Not because of the distance I had to travel, but solely because I was having to stop the car very few kms to grab another shot.
These two shots are of the same mountain range —Bayonet Peak I think? Just a few kms apart.
At one end of lake Wakatipu is Glenorchy. It’s a quiet little town with big vistas of Mount Bonpland, Mount Alfred and the Dart River which flows into the lake from its left. This shot of Glenorchy Lagoon was taken looking back toward Glenorchy on the road that goes to Routeburn.
On my way back home from Whitemans Valley I was driving along a winding stretch of road and as I looked down into the valley to my left, I saw these old dwellings with an old tractor sitting in the field. I was tempted to stop and jump the fence to photograph it but thought the better of it because it meant entering private property and I didn’t want to upset the owners or get prosecuted for trespass, so drove on thinking Bugger.
As I rounded the very next bend I came across this old woolshed which was part of, but apart from the same settlement. It grabbed my attention straight away with how close it was to the road side.
I liked how the old shed was nestled into the hillside stating its claim on the land, almost staunch like. And road in expectance to the woolsheds position has had to make its way around it.
When I look at it now, I can’t help but wander how many people have come round that bend and been surprised to see it there so close to roadside.
When I took the drive on Blue Mountain Road a couple of weeks back, I saw a few more areas that interest me. However I didn’t bother to stop because time wasn’t on my side that given day and I more or less had tunnel vision for the old truck. I did take mental snapshots though and promised myself to return, only the next time I would give myself more time.
On my return trip I explored further down into Whitemans Valley and came across this run down hovel of a place. Nobody lives it now I don’t think by the state of it and the shed, but the dog box didn’t look that old so someone must of live in it not to long ago.
It sort of reminds me of “Lord Of The Rings” for some reason.
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