In 1886 Mt Tarawera erupted with the loss of about 120 lives, many in the small maori villages near the base of the mountain.
For those of us that live under her now, she has a spiritual feel displaying many moods.
This particular day she was brooding, a very blue mood, the reeds and trees hibernating for the winter and the water was disturbed. A day to reflect.
“Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead” Charles Dickens