12 June 2015

Through the leatherwood

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.



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7 comments:

  1. Relatively Retiring13 June 2015 at 03:53

    Wonderful! Pixies and gnomes lurking beside every gnarled root.

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  2. pohanginapete13 June 2015 at 06:57

    RR, it's the goblins you have to watch out for.
    ;-)

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  3. Ruahines13 June 2015 at 14:40

    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

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  4. Zhoen13 June 2015 at 15:31

    And a place where humans are irrelevant, and not especially welcomed nor tolerated. "Survive if you can, mammal."

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  5. pohanginapete13 June 2015 at 22:00

    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.

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  6. Lisa15 June 2015 at 10:01

    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.

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  7. pohanginapete15 June 2015 at 10:31

    Lisa, I see what you mean. Mind you, right now after these downpours it probably is a river.

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