With our memories filled with the beauty of Japan’s sakura trees in full bloom, we have put together a small photo essay to share some of the blossoms that enveloped us as we embarked this Spring on our own local flower viewing expeditions.
With winter well and truely settled in and our wood ash supply for glazes running very low, we decided to split from our cosy studio and head north to Indian Head campground in Crowdy Bay National Park.
In all honesty, we had done zero research regarding Vesterålen with the sole reason for our drive up there being to add puffins to our birding list and escape the tumultuous weather that had plagued us continuously in Lofoten.
Our time exploring Norway’s beautiful north was coming to an end and as much as we wished the bad weather would too, it did not seem like it had any intention of leaving before we did.
Life lessons by the transient nature of light.
This is a photo essay from the first part of our Nordland journey, the part where we knew little more than rain, rorbuer and wet hiking boots.
A little while ago we took a much needed road trip away from the studio and found ourselves camping beneath the shade cast by the tall forests of Blue Gums in a small clearing in Barrington Tops. The impending cold weather had kept the grounds void of campers, its emptiness accentuated by a chorus of strange shrieks that echoed out from the tree line as dusk fell.
We were standing in the middle of a long metal bridge, suspended high above a sharp tree-covered valley with crystal clear waters gushing below. We could hear a roar start to descend from the mountain tops, gathering in gusts until it reached us. The bridge began to shake and it felt like the island was showing us that it still was the master of this domain - the metal structure beneath our feet feeling very temporary, as did we.
An early Japan adventure found us driving back and forth upon the craterous skyline of Aso in search of a place Studio Ghibli fans had dubbed 'The Road to Laputa.' Guided by a ménage of offline Google Maps, a Japanese Navman and a paper map we set off to discover this mythical scenery for ourselves which was said to appear straight from the Hayao Miyazaki animated film 'Castle in the Sky.'
A few weekends ago, experiencing a small bout of post-travel depression after our sakura laden Japanese sojourn, we packed our bags and drove up the winding roads of the Blue Mountains bound for Mount Wilson to camp amidst its stunning Autumn fall.
Borrowing a '93 Suzuki Ćino to take on a 12 day road trip from Sydney into Australia's outback might not be the most advisable adventure vehicle, but for us it was the best option we had.