Dawn on the hills to the southwest of Wanaka township suggested a grey, dull day ahead. But shortly after six o’clock the sun slipped between the horizon and the blanket of low cloud and grazed the tussock and rock with a long streak of magnificent light. Soon after, it disappeared.
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This one ... I feel ... it feels molten ... and evokes Thoreau in his conclusion of "Walden": 'Only that day dawns to which we are awake.'
Lovely shot Pete. I love it when light "plays" on the hills like that. Looks like a crumpled duvet!
Laura and I are thinking of moving back to NZ at the end of year, can't wait to get out in the hills again..
Jono
Kia ora Pete,
What a great moment to be part of while it unfurls.
Cheers,
Robb
Oh, you sure got me with this one.
Zhoen, that's part of the excitement, I guess.
Barbara, thanks. A very apt quotation — the trick is in noticing what's there.
Jono, I'm sure you have some great memories of light on NZ mountains. I'll look forward to catching up when you're back; we'll have to check out some of those favourite Ruahine spots. (Saw Terry in Bivouac a few weeks ago — he'd just got back from a few days around the Pohangina tops: the weather was "diabolical". I'm sure you can imagine how he said that... ;^))
Robb, although I photographed this from the porch of a rented house rather than a camp high on the hills, it still looked lovely. Cheers :^)
Michael, thanks. I'm glad I got up in time to see this.
Wow. That's stunning!
Cheers Brenda. I was certainly impressed.
Love the light - God's torch. Finally got to visit Wanaka this summer but it rained almost the entire time. A must for a revisit.
Thanks Al. Bad luck about the rain — we struck it very lucky. Definitely worth trying for a revisit. :^)
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