One of the giants of my story. These pivot irrigation system crawl across the landscape bring water to thirsty pastures. You can see in the distance dust blowing, that’s what happens to bare ground here, the wind is quick to gather the topsoil and all the good things that go with it.
It almost looks like a Piece of art – is it monstrous or beautiful?
One of my favorite ‘alien’ plants of the high country, it’s easy to understand why they were cleared and burned, there really is no other way through them. These spaniards provide safe haven to all kinds of wonderful bugs.
Rabbits are a huge concern in the basin, and rightly so. There are places that were once pasture (tussock or otherwise) that are now rabbit tracks and dust as far as the eye can seeĀ – they’re eating everything! How can a pasture be productive if the rabbits are taking it all?
The road to mount Cook is a long and winding one, at first glance through stunning New Zealand countryside – under closer examination while the mountains remain true the foreground is one of weeds and roadkill. It’s a shame such stunning vistas have mediocre starts.
My beloved spaniard yet again, but this time it’s all about the flowers – I really ought to invest in a macro lens for my camera some day.
An ancient creature warped by the weather, the old man matagouri clings to the earth, claws at the sky.





