How long have we got?
With Martha rugged up in the passenger seat, a blanket her mother had made wrapped around her body, we drove off into the closing night.
We shouldn’t be far away.
Speckled through gaps in the trees, clusters of light that is Dunedin moved in the distance.
From up here on Highpass road, we could see both sides of the peninsular. On one side, the ruggedness and untamed wild of the hills stretched out to the Pacific Ocean, extending far off into the unknown. On the other side was a relative calmness, echoed across all the small bays and slumbered towns, safe in the grasp of the surrounding hills.
We passed through Dunedin, stopping only once to fill the car with petrol, happy to leave the flurry of taillights in the rear view mirror.
What’s the matter?
Wearing every piece of clothing that we had, and both wrapped in Martha’s blanket, we set out on foot up the mountain. Clouds moved quickly by overhead, making shadows within the shadows.
It was a nice change to be out here in the vast quietness of the night, which was only interrupted by the creak of an Oak.
We’re nearly there.
I put my camera on a telescope the other night and took this.
From a recent music video I did cinematography on. I took a quick photo before we moved the lighting.
