When I was doing my residency in New Zealand in November, I would go on daily walks. Sometimes I would wander around neighboring farm’s pastures, other times I would walk down the highway and down side roads into the hills. Since the residency was surrounded by sheep and cow paddocks, it was common to see places to cross the fences. This one was right next to the house, hidden among some plants taller than me with fronds that could slice your face open. I remember hopping across this spot many times, listening to music, holding my camera. Good times.
