Serenity in Sumner
Yesterday, I had planned to go out and shoot some more melting things, or perhaps the odd bud or two, if any were out yet . . . but instead, thanks to the quirks of Mother Nature, who saw fit to dump about a foot of heavy wet snow upon us, I spent the day shovelling snow. And finding things for the kids to do, since the buses weren’t running, and I wasn’t going to go anywhere until the snowplow had been past.
So instead, today I’d like to share with you a photo from our trip last year to New Zealand, and my ancestral home, Christchurch. We had originally planned this trip for March 2011, but as a result of the massive February 22nd earthquake, and the virtual shutdown of Christchurch after that horrendous event, we postponed it for year. Somewhat less, traditional photo opportunities, but a few unique ones presented themselves when we eventually got down there.
On our second day in the Garden City – the first was spent visiting family and checking out the Botanic Gardens with our daughters and my Dad when jet-lag overwhelmed our son – I decided to take the family out to Sumner. Sadly, Shag Rock is gone, well, it’s a pile now, and I completely missed it while navigating through the maze of orange cones which lined the road, creating new lanes, as the lane along the base of the cliffs was narrowed by the line of shipping containers, placed there to keep falling rocks off the road.
Not exactly the Sumner I remembered.
However, Cave Rock was pretty much the same. The wind blasting off the Pacific was the same . . . and the dune was the same. Took some lovely pictures that day, in spite of the cold (rain was on the way, and as usual at that time of year, a chilly wind preceded it). In spite of all the damage nearby, the absence of Shag Rock, it was still the serene, peaceful place, I remembered.