It may be just across the ditch, but New Zealand felt like another world entirely. Queenstown and the surrounding landscapes had a way of stopping me in my tracks — sometimes for the view, sometimes just to make sure I wasn’t about to drive off a cliff in sleet.
From the bold, glacial beauty of Milford Sound to the quiet resilience of the Wanaka Tree, every place had its own rhythm. I took the long drive over the Crown Range in flickers of sun and sleet, wandered through Glenorchy’s stillness, and found myself smiling at the Kea — clever, cheeky, entirely unbothered by humans.
There was a coach ride into clouds, a boat tour under waterfalls, and a lot of silence I didn’t want to interrupt. Just a camera, some good timing, and a few lucky pauses.
