The desire to go home, that is, a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.
Rebecca Solnit
On that last day in New Zealand, I got up early and photographed the mist burning off ... just wandering.
Then later, Peter and Christine, Michael too, dropped the boat in the water and took us out on Mercury Bay.
A stunning day with good people.
I loved the friendliness of strangers back home in New Zealand.
It's like nowhere else for me. Turkey has been a close second, then Italy but New Zealanders ... they're my people and I'm so proud of them.
It was across the board, from the supermarket workers, to the people at the cafe sitting nearby, people on the beach, and those jetski guys, to name a few.
They came into view while we were out on the boat in Mercury Bay. I had the long lens on and couldn't resist. This is the last shot I took of them. The farewell shot. Before this, they put on quite the display, making me laugh as I attempted to capture them in action.
A beautiful day, courtesy of Christine and Peter, much-loved friends of ours.
