This is a spring photograph because, as much as I like autumn, I know I have to get through winter first. So I thought I would share the feeling of longing I have for that season of renewal. Besides, I know you guys in the Northern Hemisphere will be experiencing now what we down here at the bottom of the world are merely anticipating. When I lived in Trinidad we had no spring, so when we came to New Zealand one of the things I enjoyed most were the changing seasons as it reminded me of my English roots that I realised I had missed. In England, the arrival of spring was marked by daffodils, tulips, woods filled with carpets of bluebells and orchards of apple blossom. Here in New Zealand, you know spring has sprung from the fields of prancing and skipping lambs, the lustre of brightest green in the leaves of our trees, and the exuberance of singing birds. But if you go to the beach in spring , like the one above in Whiritoa on the Coromandel Peninsula near Auckland, you will find the dunes alive with a wondrous carpet of blooms. For this photograph I got up at dawn and waited for the sun to peep over the horizon. When it did, the flowers seemed to wake up and switch on like light bulbs, opening their petals wide to catch the ascending sun before it disappeared behind the clouds.
Photographer, environmental journalist, and travel writer. Came to New Zealand in 2006 after 10 years in the Caribbean republic of Trinidad and Tobago. My blog is a way of sharing my love of photography, issues I care about, and travels around New Zealand and the world with my beautiful family to whoever drops by . . . View all posts by scribblesnz