Despite being so close, I find the lands of Australia and New Zealand are so different. Three hours by plane (it takes me five hours to fly from Sydney to Perth) and suddenly the landscape is long and thin, with snow-topped mountains reaching towards my plane. Even the light of New Zealand is different.
Australia is vast, her sky stretching forever. Many countries lay claim to an endless horizon, but adventure outside our cities and you can feel the age of the land under your feet as the world expands in all directions. Drive for hours, and little changes. The horizon comes no closer.
New Zealand, by contrast, is Aotearoa – The Land of the Long White Cloud. Clouds readily gather above her mountain ranges, seen so easily from a plane or from sea. Even the light of New Zealand differs to home. Perhaps it is softened by the moisture in the air, or the lush growth which lies all around. Little wonder the food here is so delicious.
I’m jealous of her mountains – we have nothing like them at home. Mountains rising from the water – incredible. Then there’s the light reflected from the snow, or the haze of sunlight caught between the sheer cliff faces.
Tones of blue and grey occur everywhere, from beaches covered with pebbles to the landscape of the wilderness. These colours touch all my pictures.
There are no crowds in New Zealand. Often when driving we would pass few cars; it’s easy to get loss in back roads, taking photos of whatever caught my eye. No special equipment, other than my collection of lens. The light and landscape did all the work.
I hope to visit one day in summer, when twilight lingers late. I would love to see the light; I’m guessing it will be spectacular.