Sunday, October 26, 2008

Ah, There Is Something About My Old Stamping Ground That Just Keeps Drawing Me Back

Lake Pukaki South Island NZ - Spring 2008 - Photo by Tillerman

This was Lake Pukaki about three weeks ago. We had just driven down out of the mist from Aoraki Mount Cook on the left hand side of the lake. I didn't care that it was windy, cold, misty and rainy, in fact I don't mind this sort of weather, it has a passion all of its own - it was just so good to be back in my old stomping ground of the South Island. I love both the North Island and the South Island. I think they complement each other - but the South wins out by a hairs breadth for me, mainly because it is where I grew up and where I spent my formative years - its where not only the landscape, but a multitude of first experiences became etched on my soul - so in a way it is a matter of the heart I guess.

7 comments:

Katherine said...

This photo is really unusual - not pretty-pretty - very atmospheric! Lovely.

Tillerman said...

Yes "Chocolate Box" pictures can become a bit passe and predictable.

Moody, edgy, misty, desolate, stark etc etc etc .... can be very beautiful too.

Anonymous said...

Hi Tillerman
Jo here (we met at Kelvin's place). Loved your piece about Stomping/Stamping grounds. Here are the lyrics from an old fave band, Runrig - who feel the same about their old haunts as you do about yours.

The Stamping Ground - Runrig (from the eponymous album)

April comes to the new grass on the hills of gold
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Where winter falls in the long cold north
Black waters wait in the Ice and snow
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Black waters wait in the Ice and sun
Through the glens where your great rivers run

So we tend and we nurtur all the seeds we've sown
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Through all the frosts and rains the west winds blow
till the fields turn ripe and a harvest stored
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Through all the frosts and rains the west winds blow
We will wait here till the winter's end

So it's blood on blood, our bond, our word
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

For the strength and weakness of our days
is to take you there on a journey shared
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

So take this ring, make it sparkle and glow
it's much greater than we may ever know

Back on the stamping ground
to where it all began
Back on the stamping ground
We come again

(Translation: There's a new grass growing on the top of the soil)

Tillerman said...

Hi again Jo - Thankyou for taking the time to share these lyrics, I felt somehow blessed and my feelings affirmed reading them.

I think I like the cut of this Runrig outfits jib, I shall have to Google them and have a listen :-)

Tillerman said...

Jo, I listened to 'Hearts of Olden Glory', 'Year of the Flood', and 'Every River'. --- I think they have a pretty good sound; gutsy, honest and straight talking from the heart, I like that.

Kathryn said...

I really enjoyed seeing Lakes Pukaki and Tekapo when I visited NZ earlier this year, and I felt the same sort of 'homecoming'as I travelled around the South Island. Although born in England, and having lived for 22 years now in Western Australia, my formative years were in Christchurch. I took so many photos while travelling in NZ, hurray for digital cameras! I feel a painting coming on.... think I might have to get those watercolours out of mothballs...
:-)

Tillerman said...

Kathryn, I enjoyed your photos too (remember you sent them to me) and I think there are a few that someone with water colourist talent like you could turn into a great picture - you could post it on your blogspot :-)

Formative years are important, as the word suggests it is where who we are to a large extent is formed - so to go back is always for me a real trip down a very nostalgic memory lane.