Saturday, March 13, 2010
Taken in the Mackenzie "basin", on the drive from Queenstown to Christchurch. This place was all golden rolling hills, something visually soft about a landscape that would be unstintingly hard in terms of actual survival.
I can just imagine this place at night; it looks desert-hot, oddly congruent in these small islands packed with side-by-side extremes, the sharp eroding alps and the yellow burnt plains and opal-blue water, the volcanic scrub, the rainforests and pastures. For some reason I'm convinced that the revealing moment, here, would be standing in the quiet after sunset and feeling the heat radiate back from the ground and hearing who knows what other than an occasional engine: seeing all this under a bright moon.