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… This cacophony of tutus enticed the pretty girls to dress up in their favourite colour and dance joyfully through the caravan.
Idle and decaying, the Glengary tug boat is moored at Government Wharf in Bella Coola, BC. Gossip inferred that the boat design was too narrow, and thus quite unstable, for the stormy waters of McLoughlin Bay. Piercing the hull is a Hawsehole, or cat hole, for those huge towing and mooring ropes called hawsers. Bridge […]
Ghost Truck Phantom 309 corroding away at the Sandon Ghost Town. A truly fitting location to encounter an apparition of the legend of Big Joe and Phantom 309, from Tom Waits “Nighthawks at the Diner” tribute to Red Sovine, written by Tommy Faile. Courtesy of a mysterious scrap metal dealer deep in the foreboding Selkirk […]
Blown ashore during a violent storm, the Brockton II is ship wrecked on McLoughlin Bay, near the private wharf at Bella Coola, BC. A well equipped foreign photographer arrived at the scene too, but he was actually looking for bears! (Tourists?!) Clambering down amongst the rubble, barnacles, mussel shells, and stinking muck, I focused up […]
Exhumed by relentless waves on the Otago coast are the mythical remains of water gourds, washed ashore from the Maori canoe Āraiteuru, which brought the Ngāi Tahu people to the South Island. Otherwise known as septarian concretions, the unusually spherical Moeraki Boulders are a famous holiday destination. Busloads of tourists arrive late, missing out on […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Soaring peaks burnished in a smoky red sunset. Fair-weather altocumulus clouds streaking across the sky. A pipeline runs through it. Un-interred, this pipe was languishing behind the abandoned Greenwood Coal Mine Historical Site, across the street from Blairmore, Alberta.
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. […]