From the Archives: Subantarctic New Zealand
Every now and then I get the urge to delve back into my photo archives. It's a rewarding exercise because it does a few things: I appreciate my past wins…
The green wool jumper
Every time I pull on my green wool jumper, I’m reminded of the farm. Maybe it’s the smell of it, a kind of warm dustiness that even repeated washes and…
Snooze
I wish I could nap like a bird, head tucked back and cozy between wing feathers. tākapu - Australasian gannets are probably my most-photographed bird, but every trip to Muriwai…
Snapshots from the field
The field season is in full swing, keeping me almost too busy to think, let alone take photographs! Here's a few snapshots from the past months, from visits to the…
A third bird
PhD's evolve a lot from their initial concept. I'm not even all the way through my first year and my project has grown and adjusted a huge amount. This is…
A long walk to nowhere
One of the things I wanted to do down on Rakiura was go for a good hike out into the wilderness. The middle of nowhere. I relish the feeling of…
A quiet moment
This is one of my favourite images from the #birdventurenz. It's one of my favourite images so far. It's not flashy, there's no exciting action going on. It's a moment…
weweia
New Zealand dabchicks aren't often easy birds to see. These secretive little freshwater birds frequent reedy lakes and aren't too fond of people. Growing up around the Rotorua lakes I…
Spring
The days are getting longer. The weather is a mercurial mix of thunderstorms and sunshine, and trees like kōwhai and karo are heaving out flowers. The tūī are loving it.…
Angry little peepers
I'm on my way from Twizel to Wanaka, picking up little bird spots along the way. It's a low grey day, with lances of sunlight every now and then. A…
The Mountains are Calling
In the fading light of a winter afternoon, I wind my way up from the rugged west coast into the Southern Alps. Arthur's Pass will be my home for the…
kakī
I'm lying in the rivermud. It's water-worn rocks, silt and sand washed down the Tasman river to where the delta sprawls into Lake Pukaki, a thrilling turquoise even under a…
Afternoon at the Ashley Estuary
My head has been throbbing all afternoon. It’s a bluebird day, glaring sun on white sand, which isn’t helping much. But the Ashley river mouth is a good place for…
Meeting new birds
To sum up this whole blog pot: "I'm not a birder, but..." (I probably am a birder).
