Pikes Peak

Pikes Peak
"Spacious Skies"

Monday, September 8, 2014

Martinborough - Splashes of Watercolor and Wine

 

 
 



I drove the New Zealand Wine Trail to Martinborough.  It is located in the Wairarapa region and is a wine village with over 25 boutique vineyards, most within walking distance of the town square. The vineyards are notably famous for making Pinot noir. What was most striking and picturesque was the hills to the east and west as you entered the village. In both directions it was a panorama painting with splashes of warm watercolor mountains and valleys.

Friday, September 5, 2014

PL Fallin Spirit of Middle-Earth Gallery


















A few of my favorite landscape photographs from North Island, New Zealand.  I did a dry brush technique to give them a oil painting effect.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Mangaotaki Valley's Wildflowers and Pastures - A Dream within a Dream

 




There is a lot more beauty to Piopio then just the limestone cliffs and rocks.  The primeval forest sit at the feet of the cliffs with cow pastures and fences adorned with wildflowers and picturesque rolling hills.  It is a dream within a dream of floating clouds and rolling hills that I hope to see again some day. I saw this vision in one afternoon but it capture my memory and will stay with me to the end of my days!

A Dream within a Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?                             

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Middle Earth's Rolling Hills of Piopio

 




 
 
After visiting the limestone cliffs, we decided to explore the road ahead and experience what most visitors do not see.  The road turned into a dirt and gravel road that had figure eight curves, creeks, and rain to add to the excitement.  Several times I thought I should turn around and return the way we came but the wannabe mountain women in me wanted to see where the road would end.  Our GPS was not working, mountains and remote country usually will not have towers.  No Starbuck's coffee to sip on to steady my nerves as the car went up steep hills. Pasture land was a welcome relief and these pictures were taken from a farm house.  When the car approach the breath taking scenery of the rolling hills, I parked the car and trespass on a farm. I walked to the edge of the property and took several of these pictures. I sincerely hope they did not mind.  They probably do not see too many visitors on the road.  It was a 100% Pure New Zealand adventure!

The Fat Pigeon Cafe' in Piopio

After a half day's venture through remote country of rolling hills, limestone cliffs and primeval forest on a endless winding dirt road with only a scattering farm house here and there to feel that humans still exists, it was a welcome relief for a weary traveler to find a fat pigeon in small town Piopio that served Vanilla Lattes!

Piopio - Trolls and Campfires

 






It is far more enjoyable to visit places off the beaten track that most tourist do not venture. Piopio is a small town not heavily traveled.  Not knowing what to expect, we went on an adventure of a 2 hour round trip scenic drive, through a remote country side of primeval forest, towering limestone cliffs and massive rock formations.  Our car was basically the only car on the road for miles and miles.  The photos are of the Mangaotaki Rocks where the troll and campfire scenes were filmed in "The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey."  Piopio is situated on SH3, 20 km south of Te Kuiti and it is definitely worth the trip.


 

Piriaka - A Secret Place in Middle Earth




On a road trip, one never knows the surprises that will be around the next curve.  On hwy 4, we were traveling to Te Kuiti and the Waitomo Caves and saw a road sign "Piriaka Overlook."  Peter Jackson had a difficult decision to select what quant village will become The Shire.  This was actually more beautiful then the Alexander Sheep Farm that was used to build Hobbiton.  This is middle earth of rolling hills, evergreens, winding rivers and lush woodlands. It was pure New Zealand and a secret place where tourist don't travel.

Mt. Ruapehu A Painting in the Sky

 
 
 Another photo of Mt. Ruapehu against a backdrop of rain clouds.

The Rainy Day
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Whakapapa Ski Resort On a Summer's Day



 




Whakapapa Ski Area on the north-western slopes of Mt Ruapehu is New Zealand's largest ski area. The drive to the ski resort was astounding, the view was spectacular as far as the eye could see.  It was summer when we visited and it was too windy and cloudy to ride the ski lift so the next best thing was to eat lunch at the Lorenzs' Bar and Café and sight see the valley below.  On a cloudy, windy and misty summer's day, I cannot help but think of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.

A Summer's Day
William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
     So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
     So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.