Time to go. Time to go once again. Time to dip those warm toes into the icy world of the unknown. Time is a data point us humans have assigned seconds, minutes, hours, and years; in order to track the fall and rise of the sun throughout history. Countless days our beautiful species has been unconditionally greeted by this glowing ball of fire. Instinctively, living north of the equator, my orientation draws to the South when gravitating towards the sun’s everlasting warmth. For the first time, in 8 years, those navigational directions and glow of the sun has rotated, 180 degrees, with the sun now shining brightly on my face from the North. Returning once again to a land of soul-warming beauty, indescribable through the lens of the best camera, igniting an intimate relationship with the environment; organically, the way it was meant to be viewed.
Nau mai New Zealand (Welcome to New Zealand)!
The gravity of my situation eluded my rational thoughts for 99% of the time leading up to my departure from LAX to Auckland, NZ and ultimately setting wheels down in Dunedin, NZ on the southeastern coast of the Southern island. Time had advanced, unlike the last 3 minutes of an NBA basketball game, at a furious pace. Yet during those 3 weeks from ticket purchase to departure, my mind never doubted the plans I had signed up for. And why would it, as I prepare for a destination, second to none, in natural diverse beauty. Weeks, before this migration to Aotearoa (New Zealand), gave way to days, hours and finally the moment had arrived to check into The Bob Hope International Terminal in Los Angeles. Defining a light traveler did not come to mind as Rachelle dropped me at the curb with 3 large bags for my extended stay on this beautiful island, convinced their contents tipped over the 23 kg maximum weight mark. Rachelle would be joining me in a few weeks as her desire to spend time with her family was heavy on her heart.