Shooting stormies
I realised that the title could be a little misleading, or at least interpreted in different ways. I meant it in the sense that the white-faced storm petrels were like…
Chathams
I've visited the Chatham islands three times in the past four years. The best was a month spent at Taiko camp, lending a hand feeding 100 tītī (sooty shearwater) chicks…
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…
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…
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…
