Road Trip

I have a few days leave owing, so I drove North to see my mother and siblings in Nelson. Leaving home just before sunrise I drove slowly through Oxford and the Lewis Pass, arriving in Tahunanui just as the sun was setting.

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Elaine Dent said…

Ok, one day's drive, no leaves on the trees in the beginning photos and leaves at the end. Is there that big a climate change and when does spring arrive in NZ? If we flipped hemispheres, our spring wouldn't be arriving until September and no leaves until November 1.

8 August 2014 at 12:28

Kelvin Wright said…

New Zealand native flora is exclusively evergreen. I started the trip in the intensively farmed regions around my home where the trees are generally exotic and deciduous. Then as I moved into the mountains the landscape changes to native tussockland and then to native beech forest.

Spring starts to arrive about now. In some parts of the country the trees are mostly native and there isn't a greatly marked shift from winter to autumn. Down South where I live the change is very noticeable - some parts of Otago are renowned for their spectacular autumn colours. But because we have a huge mix of things growing and because the temperatures aren't as extreme as the USA the Spring shift can be spread over several months from late July to early October.

8 August 2014 at 15:25

Elaine Dent said…

Yes, I'm envious. I confess it.

8 August 2014 at 23:37

Merv said…

Beautiful shots!
Second best camera .... or Number One?

9 August 2014 at 17:55

Beth Bretzlaff said…

Sigh...beautiful reminders of my breathtaking second home! Thank you, Kelvin.

10 August 2014 at 22:56

Kate said…

I love starting early and making long road trips. Lovely photos Kelvin. Up here in Tauranga the magnolia stellata has been out a few weeks already. But we don't get the delicious autumn colours so much.

11 August 2014 at 15:52

Kelvin Wright said…

Best camera Merv. Its the size of a dinner plate and weighs a ton but its a quality bit of kit.

The trip to Nelson is a lovely drive Katherine. About 10 hours on the road but of course there are some wonderful cafes and craft shops and vistas spread out along the trail at convenient intervals. I try to make the trip at least annually but this time I was reminded of what splendid people my family are and how much I like their company. Im going more often from now on

11 August 2014 at 16:02

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