Coastal scenes from around Matakana, New Zealand - February 2014
The daily grind in Palomino
30 seconds of Imsouane at night time
An alleyway in Marrakech, 2012
More from Tasmania. These are in chronological order. As you can see- there are some wicked textures about and I felt like I noticed them more down in TAS. Probably because I was travelling alone and had time to reflect a lot more, notice the details. The bloke with the recumbent is Robert Barnes, a painter and avid cyclist I met on the road near St. Helens. He kindly offered me a place to stay and a hot meal, and we shared many stories and perspectives in his amazing hilltop home. We are still in touch and I feel like we will be for a long time. The last photo in this set was the cause of my trip injury- some pretty acute tendonitis in both archilles tendons. Vicious hill climbs and a cassette built for time trials really shredded my legs, but the downhill on the other side of these hills was worth it. 60km/h burns through some of the most lush rainforest and fertile rural properties will be imprinted in my mind forever.
The Tassie cycle trip in succession. It was an amazing trip- the freedom and excitement of climbing on the bike every morning, the almost hypnotic rhythm of long distances, the climbs and the downhills. The smells and the sounds. I’d recommend it to anyone.
Through her eyes- Museum of Old and New Art, TAS
Mo and I preparing for my Tassie cycle trip