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I'm interested in the rare beauties in life. I travel, I photograph, I bake, I play, I live. I aim to capture those moments of serenity, those unseen wonders, and, well, share them.
It's about time/ in a funny kind of way.
No worries, I’ll just walk myself… by davidfromdallas on Flickr.
“Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel… that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot
“Do you remember what it was like, to be young? You do. Was there any innocence there? No. Things were exactly what they looked like. If anyone tries for innocence, it’s the adult, moving forward, forgetting.”
—Alexander Chee, Edinburgh
Jumping off Bridges
The next few stories I tell are going to make you think I am a crazy dare-devil adventure seeking lunatic. You should probably know I am none of those things. I actually hate activities that entail heights and adrenaline. 
It must have been the scenery that willed me to do it. How could a person be a coward surrounded by sites like this?
Well, I certainly wasn’t ready to be one. So um, I jumped off this bridge:
On a bungy of course. In fact, it’s the first bungy bridge in the world. I guess that doesnt make the fact that its a 70 M drop any less scary, or the fact that you fling around like a rag doll any more comforting. But I did it, and once I let go it may have been one of the most peaceful moment I’ve felt in a very long time.
So, I wanted more, and I went swinging from this massive terrifying structure:
Here I am, in the calm before the storm.
Yeah, it was a drop.
So um, I guess I still wanted more. I set out the next day for a more relaxing adventure, but one that still entailed heights and adrenaline and stuff. I guess it was the closest I’ve ever felt to flying like a bird.
Not that, that’s boring.
This:
It was pretty fantastic.
So, um in the end my trip to New Zealand involved lots of hostels and dirty bathrooms, lots of heights, lots of fear, lots of sheep, and I guess some fun.
And a whole lot of breathtaking scenery.
Seriously, I’m not making these pictures up.
Cuddling with some Kiwis
After weeks of study and more study (but really sight seeing with my dad and Elaine), I finally had a break away. Before coming to Sydney I had signed up to go on a spring break trip to the South Island of New Zealand, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I left the city behind and traveled across the sea.
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My first experience was less than picturesque. I was caught “smuggling” live fruit (one teensy passion fruit) into the country. Why did no one tell me New Zealanders were so touchy about bringing a little produce in? Everyone cares about invasive species, but no one really cares… After seeing the scenery and lush vegetation on the island I guess it makes a little sense why one wouldn’t want it all wiped away. Anyway, I was let off with a warning and told to be very careful the next time I come into the country.
The next day was spent on the road, after a night in the YMCA in Christchurch. We made lots of pit stops and enjoyed the scenery (sheep) and wound up at Franz Joseph Glacier. So, I’ve hiked a glacier before, but I guess I’ve never really hiked a glacier because it looked nothing like this one.
We spent an entire day traversing the ice. The colors were much too magnificent to be real, oh and the scenery was pretty great as well.
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Did I mention the ice caves?
So after a long strenuous day spent hiking (oh, yes my muscles hurt for the remainder of the trip), we headed to Queenstown and made some stops along the way. A mirrored lake? Sure, why not, obviously the same place that hosted the Lord of the Rings would have such a thing.
We stopped in a small town to go jetboating on a magnificent river. The river was crystal clear, the air was cold, and the boat was rather fast.
We crossed paths with a few animals, and found 5 or 6 cows in the middle of the river intent on crossing it. I was so confused, why would these cows decide to cross the river and make their way to a small sandbar on the other side? Doesn’t matter, they were moseying their way across and we were only a minor inconvenience for them.
