Less than two days prior I had been wandering the crowded streets of Delhi, the constant sounds of horns and the thick haze surrounded me.
The visibility was so low, I could barely see five metres in front of me and after an hour of walking around, I had begun to feel ill from the pollution. Three stopovers later and I had arrived in Aotearoa- more commonly known as New Zealand. I was picked up by a friend and we immediately left the city. Even before an hour of driving, we were surrounded by large mountain slopes, the small buildings disappearing. The silence was overwhelmingly peaceful.
Whilst Aotearoa is a sleepy little country, with a population smaller than my home city, Melbourne, its beauty is not quiet. Snow capped mountains rupture from the ground, rivers flow through the land like veins, so cold from the glaciers they originated from. I had been told that the water is so pure you can drink straight from any running stream, river, or lake you pass.
And so I say thank you, Aotearoa, for allowing me to experience all of your splendour, to feel the earth through my fingers and the delight of sunshine on my skin. Thank you for letting me breathe clearly, for providing me with much needed calm, for the awe I felt every time I wandered a different path.
All images shot on 35mm and 120mm film on the South Island of Aotearoa (New Zealand).