Juicy oranges And freshly cut grass.
Oh I wanna be there!
Come! You are more than welcome to stay with us in our beautiful slice of Heaven…
Aah, I can just feel that water
Those water photos were taken by my partner from the back of a jet-ski owned by our lovely neighbours in scenic McLeod Bay. He’s far less “Se-challenged” than me, who would never dare try to use my iPhone from a jet-ski, as it would be guaranteed to end up on the bottom of the sea…
And the first photo was taken from our garden (or possibly from the aforementioned neighbours, since we have an “open border” between our adjacent properties. The strange-shaped rock formations belong to Mt Manaia, the tallest of the local mountains and a sacred site to the Māori people.
The large rock facing towards us is shaped like the face of a a male tribal elder. You can clearly see the prominent nose and mouth in the photo.
Legends say that he is the paramount chief Manaia, and the smaller rocks behind are his two children and his beautiful wife Pito (whom he mischievously stole from another Chief!). The aggrieved chief is following, apparently brandishing a club with which to strike down his unfaithful wife …
One day, Stewart, one day we will! And thank you!
Pretty! Like top best with the three in a row. What region do you live in?
I’m paranoid to say (even to post photos). But let’s just say south.
McLeod Bay is actually in the North of the North Island. It’s part of a region of outstanding natural beauty known as Whangarei Heads:
It has an interesting history; geologically the area is the remains of a massive volcanic eruption. The rocky pinnacles of Bream Head, Mt Manaia and Mt Aubrey are the eroded remnants of Whangarei Heads Stratovolcano that was one of the larger volcanoes in the Northland Volcanic Arc, which erupted between 20 and 15 million years ago. Thankfully, the main volcano is long extinct, though other smaller volcanos in the Whangarei region are thought to be still active…
Here’s a photo of the wider Heads taken from the South:
Our property lies on the northern slopes of Mt Aubrey and has panoramic views facing towards the mountains in one direction and the idyllic Whangarei Harbour in the other. In the Southern Hemisphere, north-facing properties are ideal, as that means all-day sun (the opposite of the Northern Hemisphere).
The area was originally settled by the Maori people hundreds of years ago, but intertribe warfare meant the region had been largely abandoned by the local tribes when the Europeans arrived. Interestingly, some of the first settlers were of Scottish origin, having arrived here after an epic journey via Nova Scotia and Australia. This is why most of the settlements still have Scottish names. There is even a local Highland Games, held every New Year’s Day in a nearby town called Waipu.
One time I was standing next to a burly (and very sweaty!) Scotsman wearing a kilt and full Highland regalia in the public toilets in Waipu on a sweltering hot New Years Day - truly surreal!
in a place with barely any seasons, it’s very exciting when there is ANY sign of seasons, right now stuff has got the nice color of rot
I love those little stone walls for your cows! And your scrubbing woman. And walking bridge… and tiny stroller and caboose…
Other than writing and photography, this is my main creative outlet. It’s also a hobby I have enjoyed since my kindly grandparents bought me my first train set at age 4, so an essential way for me to honour and reward my inner child!
Can’t find my picture with my new mountain [will get you sometime this winter]…it was an even better puzzle getting it all to work… but here is my play.
There’s so much else I get out of this rewarding hobby, including tinkering with and upgrading the highly sophisticated modern locomotives that are now available, running trains to entertain guests and, most especially, creating a miniature, idealised world with buildings, scenic accessories and tiny people arranged in quirky cameo scenes.
This last aspect has reignited my child-like imagination, the part of my INFJ mind that I value the most, but has been sadly missing during the last few years of hard work and toil.
So on those rare occasions when I’m alone for a few hours, I take advantage of the precious solitude to add the all-important small details that bring my creation to life. Carefully placing the tiny, delicate inhabitants into place, as well as all the knick-knacks we humans love to surround ourselves with, requires a calm, meditative state of mind, so is an excellent discipline for decompressing after a busy week of work.
Another benefit of this particular activity is that it requires a conscious application of my inferior Se function, a form of intense mindfulness that pulls me away from my overheated, overstimulated Ti. It can take me the best part of an hour or more (depending on how tired and stressed I am) to relax sufficiently to tackle this intricate act of creative play with the patience and artistic sensibility it demands.
But the rewards for forcing myself to engage with my childlike and erratic Sensing in this fashion make it more than worthwhile. Eventually I tend to fall into a mellow flow-state as I experiment with perspective and aesthetics to create a believable scene. I finally begin to appreciate how God must have felt when She first decided to create a living world…
After a while, my all-powerful Creator-God archetype prefers to step back from his canvas in order to provide sufficient space for the more deeply buried aspects of my fragmented psyche to arise into the Light.
Each sub-personality is given permission to apply their own specialised skills and talents to the Great Work, each then adding necessary contrast and depth according to their archetypal nature.
Oh how marvellous! Thank you for showing me this!