My friend Jing and I often go on Photographic Safari's together.
This was one Autumn morning in Kuirau Park, Rotorua
I first discovered this special, secret spot when I was riding my bike with my husband
I knew Jing would like it because it's so mysterious and eerie; not the sort of place you would want to hang out by yourself.
The steam wafts over in billowing bursts, engulfing, you lose sight of the person standing right next to you.
You feel alone yet together
The sun shafts into your back casting your shadow into the close misty screen.
They waltz, ghosts swirling in the air.
I could be on a moon scape or in Japan after a nucleur explosion
My breath laboured and laden with intoxicating sulphur odour.
The manuka all piney. It's feather fingers caress your hands as you brush past.
Thermal water underneath the bridge seeps into the soles of your shoes,warming, turning them rubbery and malleable.
Mist wraps around you like an alpaca blanket.
Or encased in a silk caterpiller's cacoon.
Algae blooms in the surging water.
The plop of bubbling mud pools splutter
One false step and you would be boiled alive in this witches couldron
Ambiguity is freedom, allowing you to travel into your imagination
The Kurau park secret spot is the departure point into another mysterious, sinister and surprising world.
Get lost in it and see how you have changed once you come in from the other side.
Do you feel more alive or closer to death?
Go for a walk. Take some photos. You can use your phone camera if you don't have a DSLR
Manipulate them into surreal colours and write some haiku and poetry about them.
Opportunites for haiku are all around you.
Take time out now.
It's great way to bring peace into your world.
Creative Quote of the day
“my love is a winter’s mist
through the window
at the nape of your neck.”
― Sanober Khan,
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