I once saw a photo of Kura Tawhiti, or Castle Hill in New Zealand. A man walked between huge boulders at sunset with mountains fading into the light. The scene looked like something out of a dream. I decided then to make a special trip to see it while on the South Island.
The Catlins are an area of the southern most tip of New Zealand, a rolling mass of green hills, wetlands, waterfalls, forests and beaches that all are pressed by the wind. The wind is what brought me here, that and the affect it has on the trees. Combined together, they create some of the most beautiful scenes of my trip. Gusts of wind stretch the trees to their sides as if in a dance. Their bodies arc inland over years of breezes shaping their form.
I came across a Sequoia tree today in the Queenstown Gardens. It’s a child in comparison to the largest in California, yet towered over any trees around.
Wanaka is the wind that whips through my hair It is the poplar leaves that dance in the light And the scent of pine that reminds me of home
Life could be a dream, sweetheart. I keep hearing those lyrics run through my mind while walking in Arrowtown, New Zealand. It’s a charming place nestled in the mountains that’s been kept historically intact from its gold mining days. White picket fences and an old time flair line the streets. Wandering down its sidewalks I’m reminded of home, and after several months in southeast Asia, it’s a welcome feeling. I feel a bit giddy being here, hence the song lyrics that make up today’s soundtrack.