On a cold, crisp evening I pulled into the Eketahuna club. Weary from a long day on the road, just in time to catch the boys throwing back a cold one. Practice was over and each of the guys made their way home.
The coach and I stood outside and marveled at the old restored stand and he shared the story of its restoration with me. He was just about to lock it up, when he stopped and asked me, when I had last taken a shower? A couple or so days I reckon was my reply. He told me lock up after yourself and if you wanna make your meal in there don’t burn the place down.
So there I was, in this beautiful old stand with as much hot water as I liked and a chance to cook a meal. Which I did on the wee burner, with fire extinguisher close at hand. I sat in silence enjoying my meal and let the voices of coaches and players past fill my mind, all the while wondering who may have graced this fine old ‘stands’ dressing room. A quick clean up for the coach and locking the door behind me I returned to the wee van. Content, cleaned up, and full of that warm spirit that is rural New Zealand.
I met Tane one early morning in Tolaga bay on the East Coast of Aotearoa (NZ). He had been watching me from a hill, where he was sitting on his horse observing the sun rise. Kia ora bro came a voice from behind me. I was startled to find anyone else awake at 5-30 am. He was a quiet man who watched me and we began to speak of the area his life, and my project. This shot came when he noticed his horse that he had been riding bareback broke free and was galloping off down the beach, much to Tane’s dismay. After a failed attempt at luring his steed back, he walked on his way and I agreed to post him a couple of pics to the local 4 square.
Where for art thou … elusive possession in the sky? Dargaville rep tourney.
The dance and the extension of the line-out are captured here as the fog clears from Cass square, Hokitika, early in my travels. A team called the ‘Kiwi’s’ face a team in black, how appropriate. The night before was spent in the Quillian mobile (brother-inlaw’s 1986 Holden station wagon) freezing my ass off, so on upon arriving in Hokitika, I chickened out and went for the warmth a small hotel/bar and bedded down after a warm shower. Ahhhh yes those early winter Westcoast nights.