Weaving is a way to pair different images together. Its a bit random. We hope to have a number of chapters as we progress through our trip.
Wondering around Coromandel Town in the rain. Strange worn houses and low riding cars cruising the main street. Kids on board looking bored.
I met Dion in a man made natural spring pool. He was just sitting there. Apparently for hours. His hands had withered like a soft sponge, discoloured by the length of time in the hot water. I liked his face and started to talk to him. After his wife died, the 45 minute drive from his home to the pool was a relatively frequent event. When he had time off work.
I left him there in the water. In the corner watching the people pass by. Come and go like us.
As a dense cloud of rain lowered down on us in Coromandel, I took a drive up into the mountains. No specific direction or destination. The gravel road was very winding and at times seemed to have collapsed. Very tight corners and steep turns, I worked my way up toward the top. Stopping every now and then to take pictures. The thick jungle followed me - so thick it seemed impenetrable. Mosquitos buzzed and attacked.
Once I had reached the summit and jumped out of the car to take a look. From the silent road I saw a man, who I later learnt was Peter, on a bicycle climbing. It felt quite a surreal encounter. The timing of it. We both were on a different journey, both reaching the top of this mountain at the same time.
I hope for more of these mountain encounters.
What a fantastic disused gold mine. Cut up the land with beautiful golden red yellow clay. The size only distinguishable by noticing the small house at the top. Cliffs and layers falling into the pit. The bottom that I could not see. I have visited these types of mines before and of course seen them online. Nevertheless, in reality they are always impressive to me. What we can do, and do do to nature. The search for profit. The extremes. It always makes me want to visit more.
What a strange sight. The gathering of burnt flesh. All with spades in their hands or lying in their own pools of sand. People mingling in a group meeting, savouring the hot spring water that trickles down from the surrounding mountains. All in a collected space roughly 50 meters across the width of the long beach.
The waves were crashing against the outcrop of rocks and warning signs describing the dangerous sea currents.
Our first pools were disappointedly cold. Once we mastered the hunt for the pre-dug hot holes, we spread out and lay down.
A surprisedly wonderful day. I am normally a little on the sceptical side when it comes to these types of 'destinations'. Hot Water Beach proved me wrong.
When we arrived in Bowentown the weather was close. The clouds were low and our mood for swimming was equal. It felt like we were cheated. To be in a beach town with bad weather.
After driving to various destinations including Anzac Bay we settled back a the place we had rented. The next morning, to our dismay the rain had not subsided. We decided to venture down to the local beach. To our surprise a few local kids had spread out into the water to catch the incoming waves. They were at times quite large. Boards in hand they rode the surf along with Fabian who was pondered by the force of the hit. The never ceasing waves.
A small detour on our way toward the Coromandel peninsula led us to a wonderful small waterfall. Only a 10 minute walk off the road, it allowed us to jump on the rocks down the stream and breathe the fresh air. The cicadas were in full force, drumming at our ears on the path. The boys jumped onto a small landing. Felix fell in.
I just couldn't resist a gradient image taken in Campbell Bay. Moments like this always make me feel quite existential. The perfect horizon, the colour and the saturation.
A note on our journey to the Bay of Islands.
Otamure Bay. Family shots of the same beach.
Otamure Bay. People Taking the chance to photograph the stunning landscape. After spending a glorious day at Whananaki Beach we thought to ourselves that a good plan would be actually to take a small drive up the hill to the nearby beaches for the sunset. With no immediate ideas on where we would land, we just jumped into the car and headed north. We didn't have to go far to find Otamure Beach. A lush place that a campsite backs onto. We struck it at the right time. The sun went red orange and set up an amazing light that coated our skins. We were not alone with the magic of being at the right place at the right time.