

I'vew always been fascinated by fish. It's not that I ever saw many, growing up nowhere near a river or a lake. Maybe something about their shape or silkiness. I've drawn them a lot. They lend themselves to decorative interpretations and I enjoy that. I saw a beautiful sculpture of one in Kaikoura, NZ.
He was one of the sights on a long walk day that included getting totally soaked in a lashing rain storm. A true test
of my nerves, as it was a storm of an intensity I had not experienced before. The time of year that I was there was in March, the end of summer for them. Beautiful warm days that can turn on a dime to cold windy and rainy. Because of the area I was walking in, (cliffs right on the edge of the sea) the wind can go pretty hard. I was determined to continue my walk despite all that, till I realized that I might hurt myself and not be found, since the area I was walking was deserted because of the rain. I had to turn back.
That was fine because a busload of tourists stopped and picked up my sorry wet ass and drove me the five miles back to town.
A wonderful hot Cappuchino made me feel all nice and warm again. I shared a table in the cafe with a couple from Philladelphia. I think they were amongst a hoard of people who had gone to sea to see the whales.
I walked back to my hostel and made myself some dinner, my feet glued to a little electric fire. I got my boots dry and toasty again.
I walked past a park that was a memorial to drowned sailors (the sea is very unforgiving, isn't it?)
The walkway is made of rib cage bones of whales. If you click on any of the pictures, you will get a larger one of it.