Two weekends ago, I spent time exploring Castle Hill and the surrounding area of the Canterbury region in New Zealand. As has become typical, we left late Thursday evening and drove into the night to a campsite by Lake Pearson, high in the mountains.
It’s always a pleasure to wake up and discover a new place for the first time. This time, I woke up to realize that I was surrounded by grass so yellow that it reminded me of the Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World. I found a spot on the trunk of a friend’s car and sketched this view of the track that led to the open field. It felt otherworldly–thick rolls of mist covered the horizon until slowly, the profiles of the mountains around me emerged. The rising sun created slowly moving shadows that I tried to follow until my friends woke up and we cooked pancakes in the morning sun.