Rivendell, Elves and A Swinging Bridge, Kaitoke Regional Park

I hiked the trail at Kaitoke Regional Park where Rivendell was filmed for Lord
of the Rings. There were no elves to be seen among the primeval rainforest, Mirkwood elfish trees, Loudwater River and its swing bridge.  Giant spiders were not visible either but probably hidden in the tree tops spying on me. The river was low and very dry so it was too hot for elves and spiders.
During the Quest for the Lonely Mountain, Thorin Oakenshield and Company stopped off at Rivendell. Rivendell, also known as Imladris, was an Elven outpost in Middle-earth. It is also referred to as "The Last Homely House East of the Sea".  Rivendell was located at the edge of a narrow gorge of the river Loudwater but well hidden in the moorlands and foothills of the Misty Mountains.  In Lord of the Rings, Arwen carrying Frodo on her horse, outruns the Black Riders to reach Rivendell.  She called upon the river for protection like elves can do and the river Loudwater became galloping horses charging after the Black Riders.

LOTR Rivendell forest, Loudmouth River and water falls.

Pungarehu Loop Surf

Summer time in New Zealand and surf highway 45 is the route to travel.  Surprising there were not that many people on the beach and it was a beautiful sunny day.  Unlike Florida where the beaches are crowded from tourist and vacationers from all the world. People flock to Florida's white sandy beaches.  Pungarehu Loop's beach is dark sand with a lot of shrubs and vegetation.  This was very quiet and basically we had the beach to ourselves.

Opunake Surf - A Spectrum of Sea Colors

 

 

Since I have lived most of my adult life on the coast of Florida, it was only natural that I had to travel the surf highway 45 of New Zealand and take pictures of the gorgeous surf hitting the rocky coastline. It is a spectrum of sea colors.

Mt. Taranaki Rising Above the Clouds

 

 

 

 

 We visited Egmont National Park and hiked the Summit Track on Mt. Taranaki until we were in the clouds and could see at cloud level New Plymouth below.  As typical, it was a rainy and misty day and Mt. Taranaki was surrounded by rain clouds. I think all the mountains in the North Island should be called Misty Mountains Cold because that was what we endeared with every hike.

"Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall."

Excerpt from The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

New Plymouth Centre Coastal Walk

 

 

New Plymouth is a typical coastal town very similar to any you would find in the states.  After dinner, we enjoyed the nice weather and walk the Centre Coastal Walk until sunset.

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.

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.

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?