Remoteness is not always a matter of distance.
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12 June 2015
Through the leatherwood
Remoteness is not always a matter of distance.
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Beyond the top seat, the old track, re-marked earlier this year, winds its way through horopito and toro and on into dense, old leatherwood. Here, if you stepped off the track and somehow managed to wriggle and heave through the tight tangle of tough limbs to a small clearing somewhere, you'd have a hard time telling which century you were living in.
Remoteness is not always a matter of distance.
Remoteness is not always a matter of distance.
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7 comments:
Wonderful! Pixies and gnomes lurking beside every gnarled root.
RR, it's the goblins you have to watch out for.
;-)
Kia ora Pete..
A magical and exhilarating place..makes you walk softly and hushed...Sort of between worlds. Not to mention the walk to arrive up there..
Robb
And a place where humans are irrelevant, and not especially welcomed nor tolerated. "Survive if you can, mammal."
Kia ora Robb. Yes — between two worlds. Nicely said.
Zhoen, it's definitely easier for birds, and also if you approach it with the right attitude. Go there arrogant and it'll kick your arse.
What struck me here was the sense of movement underneath the surface - the leaves are shaped like a river, with the trees bowing slowly in benediction.
Lisa, I see what you mean. Mind you, right now after these downpours it probably is a river.
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