“Here’s a toast to the host,
Of those who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send a message of his brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old,
Then down we roar to score the rainbow’s pot of gold.”
~ from the US Air Force song by RM Crawford 1938
I grew up in a small flat in Sydney’s heavily populated Eastern Suburbs. At every opportunity we would go to Bondi Beach and spend many weekend hours there – in the water, by the water, on the water’s edge. I have lived in New Zealand now for 30 years – on the coast at Plimmerton, north of Wellington, when I first arrived and now in Hanmer Springs in the mountains. Whenever I have an opportunity to go to the coast, any coastline, I make my images from the water’s edge looking towards the wide blue yonder. I had an opportunity recently to visit Kairaki Beach, where I had never been despite driving past the turn off at least twice a week for the last 20 years!
The wildness of the environment there and the sense of freedom I felt while walking along that water’s edge reminded me of that wild coast I fell in love with when I first arrived in New Zealand.
It’s all about the Space.