The big blue drive.

Big Blue Sky

The big blue sky,

arching over all,

its driving weather

 for travelling south.

A caterpillar-back

winding grey road,

complete with white stripes,

leads us on.

Holiday vehicles on the march: An ant column of humanity.

Impressive, distant, steel-blue 

mountain peaks

 hold up the very edges of the sky.

Central Otago gold covers valley, plain and hill.

Oases of glacial ice-blue rivers and lakes

set like jewellery

 in the dry 

tussock-grass landscape.

This whole Island

seems

enveloped,

comforted

by the 

big blue sky

hemisphere.

Picture from

http://www.lotusexports.co.nz/visitnz.html

Gold

Gold

There is gold here.

People come to this place.

They like it.

Sunshine,

sand

sky.

The golden light mixes with the greens of the forest

and there is a transformation.

The light is no longer just the light

and the forest is no longer just the forest.

Beautiful

magic.

Long ago people came here for gold.

Digging in the earth and panning in the rivers.

I will head to Arrowtown soon.

With it's famous autumn colours.

Red, green and gold

in the trees.

The richest river in the world

is there

they said.

Miners flocked to the rush.

I go to remember my ancestors

who were part of that

goldrush and to 

celebrate with family.

And this winter 

I'll be on the Gold Coast.

A holiday,

a getaway.

Family time.

For me the gold

is family.

Not the bright yellow metal.

More 

the reflection 

of the 

light

in the faces of the 

people.