When I arrived in New Zealand in on August 3rd of 2003, I knew the landscape was enticing but I had no idea just how elusive it could be. By elusive, I mean difficult to translate what I am seeing in real life to an image which conveys the same sensations. This country has an unlimited supply of quiet corners, grand vistas, special days and hidden gems that would keep any team of photographers busy for a lifetime; nevermind a weekender who is still enslaved to a day job which prevents extensive exploration.
Case in point: Erewhon Station in winter. Everywhere I looked responded with an embracing view for the eyes and calming whisper for the soul. It was just nice to be engulfed in the expanse and senses of the place. Point a camera at it, and anyone can capture a shot that will make others want to visit. But to capture its essence in one frame like Colin Monteath, Matheson Beaumont or Andris Apse… years and years of craft. And therein lies the problem: it is so easy to achieve a basic competence because the landscape itself often covers the price of admission. I pretend I have made the grade until I see an image that truly has.
No matter, I still enjoyed being there and adding another +2 or +3 to my 10,000 hours of apprenticeship.