Looking Out from Te Mata Peak, NZ

There is a visual quality of liquid in the mountains and hills, as if they may alter shape at any moment, move to their own tides, flow away as you blink. A long drive through hypnotically repetitive and symmetrical hills of Hawke’s Bay cements this idea of hills as water. On that hottest of days.. I spend only enough time by the oceanside to map out a way to a mountain. I make it to the top of Te Mata Peak and look out over another type of ocean, one of stone, soil and sand...crashing waves, rolling tides frozen in the hills but alive just the same.