It’s cold and the days are short, the shortest day for the next three-hundred-and-sixty-five has just passed us by. The year is rolling along, I’ve finally ordered some new film on the Internet, both 120 and 35mm. Buying film over the counter here on this slender island really isn’t an option; the last roll of Fujifilm I perused, the shop owner wanted to charge me twenty-seven dollars a roll. Twenty-seven.
We’re here on a semi-permanent basis (ha!), there are things that you just don’t want to spend money on knowing you can’t squeeze them into a backpack when you leave; photography is relatively portable compared to most pursuits.
We’ve almost learnt how to adventure while remaining in one place. Micro-adventures. We managed to reach the other side of the harbour on a short Sunday; our kitchen window stares at it but it took us three months to explore. New places, new perspectives. We ferried over, Diamond Harbour turned out to be more than just the place we envy as they bask in the sun for an additional two to three hours each day. It’s ten to five and the sun has just let them be, it’s been down behind the mountain here in Lyttelton since three.