Interview With Travel Photographer Lynn Gail

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“My guiding philosophy would be: When first inspired by a seemingly unachievable goal – one that excites and focuses you like a meditation – follow it, stay with it, play with it. Follow it to fruition; the view is incredible.” If you haven’t read the interview that Lonely Planet and Getty Images travel photographer Lynn Gail granted me in 2016, make some time to do so.

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And just like that, I’m back in the motherland (that’s Singapore, for the uninitiated). I haven’t written a whole lot about New Zealand for several reasons. I’ve never been great at blogging on the go. It takes time for this little brain to process the constant new inputs and fit them into the picture-in-progress before being able to spit out something cogent. Then 2 weeks into the trip, we had a collision with a tractor that totalled our car, but miraculously managed to walk away from with little other than some bruising and sprains. But it did mean we were somewhat injured for the rest of our time there and had to take it pretty slow. So no long hikes or climbs or anything too …

Bethells Beach

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At one of of Bethells Beach is a cave that yawns into the barrier cliffs, a magnificent respite from the long awaited summer everyone is celebrating, except you, and your singed equatorial skin.

By any other name

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You know, I’m really not a flower person. I like flowers well enough where they naturally occur, but I would be a bit horrified to be presented a bouquet of the things, artfully arranged for the blushing beauty queen mincing down an aisle in slinky bindings and hobbles, an ensemble popularly known as “dress and shoes.” And roses, don’t even get me started on those senselessly overpriced, high maintenance, fast dying tokens of “love.” Wait, you say, I’m not really sure how you feel about flowers. It appears karma wasn’t either. New Zealand’s brand of cosmic justice is humorous though. New Zealand presented me with a flower – nay, a rose – I could learn to be fond of. This one below? It’s called a …

Len Lye Centre, New Plymouth

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A triplet, from the Len Lye Centre in New Plymouth, experiencing the works of its namesake, the extraordinary artist Len Lye. I started doing these batch-of-three things for fun on Instagram, then wondered why I wasn’t doing them on the blog, since I like my blog better than any of my social accounts. Not that you’d know it, from how often I update this thing….

Pukekura Park

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This movie is the beginning of something I’ve been feeling a need to do, wanted to do for years. Made in the lush sanctuary that is Pukekura Park in New Plymouth, it is about watching the change of light on leaves, being absorbed by the forest and those tall, rushing trees, and the magnificence of a single unfurling frond. Pukekura Park, being an oasis for many feathered species, is where I really listened to birdsong, its inhabitants raucous in their haven. Resplendent in stillness, the sanctity of green space.

Glimpses of Mt Taranaki

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New Plymouth, October 2017 “There’s an enormous volcano somewhere behind those clouds,” Flemming said, as we drove out of New Plymouth towards our home for the week, in the verdant foothills of what a grim blanket of cloud that day. Gary luxurious “Shed” is in a section of the Taranaki region that used to be farming country. Built as a temporary home for his family while their actual one was being constructed just up the hill, it lies, like many other non-farming residences, along the windy road between dairy farms. In clear moments, you can see Mount Taranaki, the snow capped volcano that gave the region its name, from the front yard. The mountain is everywhere. It dominates every view from town, outside of town, …

Karekare Beach

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Auckland, October 2017 …is where Oscar winning The Piano was filmed. When Sherry and Jeff brought me there in 2012, it was a gusty grey day. It is how I remember Karekare beach. And it was grey again when I returned on this trip. Fog roiling on the peaks of the mountains that guard the continent from the treacheries of the ocean. A persistent drizzle falling, heavy skies and a wind that curled its way around my bones into my heart… while the locals were in shorts. Eighty seven shades of nightfall, at noon. And just in case you were after some color… It feels at this point, like I could shoot nothing but Karekare beach for another few years. Didn’t think an inner landscape …