IRON BUTTERFLY

Travel guides feature a photo of this world famous safe with a backdrop of the Sandon Ghost Town and Selkirk Mountains. Hills riddled with more mine shafts per acre than anywhere else in British Columbia. You’d never know how interestingly beautiful this old, rusted out, gold safe really is, looking at those travel pictures. An […]

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Liquid Gold

Behind our Ashburton lodging grew a potato patch. Behind the potato patch withered a row of little old cars. The land owner had erected a flash new Quonset to showcase his bright, shiny, restored car collection. I left a note on the locked gate. The spud grower phoned, and through his rather muddy accent, said […]

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Leopard Spots

Near Wanaka is the little Otago crossroads of Luggate, where Church Road deaks off to the famous Red Bridge. Travel guide pictures of the landmark abound, so I didn’t need to stop. Line up some junked old trucks, on the other hand… Battered, bent, and broken accident victims, banished to the empty lot, forlorn and […]

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Gypsy Festival Painting

Circled on the Ashburton Domain was a flamboyant display of Gypsy wagons. Handmade crafts were the main attraction: glass blower, wood turner, jewelry maker, greenstone carver… Children were invited to create a unique piece of art at one of the carnival activities. Paper was clamped to a turntable, inside a box, topped with a grill. […]

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WWII Bunker Door

World War II defense for Lyttelton Harbour/Whakaraupo was established at Godley Heads gun emplacements. Twisting and exposed, it was a treacherous haul across the volcanic Port Hills to Christchurch. Warning shots were never fired, and the Big Guns were never actually installed before the war ended. Incurring considerable damage during the recent earthquakes, much of […]

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Golden Gate

Behind our Ashburton lodging grew a potato patch. Behind the potato patch withered a row of little old cars. The land owner had erected a flash new Quonset to showcase his bright, shiny, restored car collection. I left a note on the locked gate. The spud grower phoned, and through his rather muddy accent, said […]

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