JEREMY PIERCE PHOTOGRAPHY

Crisp frosty grass crunched under my feet as i went to start the car, thousands of stars sparkled in the sky, i hate being up this early in the morning. We slid down to bluff on the icy road through thick patches of fog, arrive at the hanger 7.45 its still dark and really foggy, we sit it out, the sun pops up, the fog burns off,  Tyson starts the copper 5 min later we are 5000 ft above bluff.

 Pourakino River sort trip up the pourakino a few ago evening in a friends boat turned into a phantasmagorical evening.

lovely

And back on land, winter colors are in. Faded fluro. no rose tint lenses here.

And a solo shot of my appreciation of the winter colors after the phantasmagorical boat trip.

This post was created on wasp and Biman :-)

I meet this unassuming character in a pub on the west coast with a pink glass eye,  he had half his right leg missing and his three middle fingers missing on each hand, once i stop looking him up and down, and was able to looking him in the eye, he said to me over a hot toddy, Right lad, did you know you can make some good coin selling vomit, i had no idea what he was on about, he mumbled on about drift wood, sea weed and sea gulls feathers, then he said thats right its whale spew boy, the only treasure us pirates have left to fight over,  come and have a look. It was a weird sequence of events how that day paned out, no photos of him which would have been more interesting than the spew, but anyway here it is.