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The Winter Highway

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Daily Photo – Winter in the South Island backcountry.

I was heading for St Bathans, with the intention of diverting through Ranfurly in the hope of finding a warm cup of coffee along the way. That morning I set out on a back road through Kokonga before joining Highway 87, where paddocks, sheds, farm buildings, hay bales and livestock slowly came and went through the white, misty gloom. It was the sort of morning where the landscape seemed to exist only in pieces, appearing briefly through the fog before disappearing again.

Then, almost as quickly as it had arrived, the mist began to lift. The clouds parted, the sun broke through and suddenly the whole landscape was revealed beneath a heavy blanket of fresh winter snow. The rolling high-country hills stretched away beneath a pale blue sky, with wire fences disappearing into the distance and the snow-clad mountains rising sharply along the horizon. It was one of those scenes that seemed to confirm you were travelling through the South Island in winter, and there really wasn’t anywhere else you could possibly be.

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Treeline In Snow Near Kokonga

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Daily Photo – Treeline in snow near Kokonga

Continuing past Kokonga, the landscape softened into a quieter, almost forgotten stillness. Just past a bridge, along the edge of a snow-covered paddock, a line of bare trees stood beside a river, a fenceline and a simple farm gate, the human touches cutting through the white blanket. Looking past the gate, a track led further into the field and through the trees, entirely untouched, smoothed over by a fresh layer of snow, ice and frost that has a way of turning the ordinary into something remarkably serene.

There is an understated charm to these quiet corners of the Maniototo, where a wooden fence and a cluster of wintering trees can hold as much presence as the grandest mountain range. The mist hung low over the distant fields, blurring the boundary between earth and sky, while the farm gate stood slightly agape, as if quietly inviting you to stop and take in the slow, unhurried rhythm of backcountry winter.

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Auckland’s Queen & Customs Streets

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Daily Photo – Where Queen Street Meets Customs Street

The rain did little to improve the mood, although it did give Queen Street a certain atmosphere, with umbrellas moving along the footpaths and lights reflecting off the wet road. The old buildings still stood proudly among the newer towers, their ornate facades in contrast to the glass and steel that had grown up around them. The comparison was hard to miss. Here was the Auckland of another time, built when a city centre was somewhere people actually came to spend the day, now surrounded by the much taller, shinier version of itself.

Yet there were still signs of life. Vehicles crawled along the sections of Queen Street that were open, people hurried through the rain, and businesses, although open, continued to operate behind the old facades. It wasn’t exactly bustling, but neither was it completely dead. Perhaps this was simply what Auckland’s city centre had become: a place where the past was still standing, the future was already here, and everyone else had either found somewhere else to go or was waiting for a reason to return.

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Queen Street In Auckland

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Daily Photo – Queen Street in Auckland

I thought Auckland’s Queen Street would be busy on a Wednesday, but it was the very opposite. The streets were virtually empty of tourists and shoppers, as if they’d abandoned the city centre; only the occasional group of well dressed people in business attire appeared, hurrying between buildings. Perhaps the persistent rain had persuaded people to find better things to do than pass their day by aimlessly wandering between shops, with an occasional coffee thrown in. It used to be a place that was teeming with people and a hub of activity.

How the world has changed. Now there wasn’t much more than a scattering of people, the majority seeming to be sitting in doorways asking for money or yelling at each other from across the street while the commercial focus seems to have shifted out into the suburbs, leaving very little reason for people to actually go into the city center in the first place. Yet, despite all that, there were still glimpses of the old Auckland: the grand old buildings, the odd busy café, and the occasional burst of life that reminded me the city hadn’t completely given up on itself. Perhaps it was simply waiting for the rain to stop.

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How Many Big Macs Are Sold In NZ Every Day?

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Daily Photo – McDonalds on Queen Street

While in Auckland, as I was wandering around the CBD, I called into McDonald’s. Not because I thought I’d get a nutritious, well-rounded meal, but because it was quick, convenient, and I wouldn’t have to think about it. It was while I was chopping my way through a Big Mac that I happened to notice a small sign saying that its New Zealand beef supplier produces nearly 500,000 beef patties per day for McDonald’s restaurants.

Thinking about this, I decided we could do a little maths to work out how many Big Macs are sold throughout New Zealand every day. Since McDonald’s produces a range of burgers that include Big Macs, Cheeseburgers, Quarter Pounders and Hamburgers, to name but a few, let’s assume 10% of those 500,000 beef patties end up in Big Macs. That would give us 50,000 patties going into Big Macs every day. Since a Big Mac uses two patties, that gives us 25,000 Big Macs being sold throughout New Zealand on a daily basis.

Doing a few quick calculations, that works out at about 9.1 million Big Macs being sold throughout New Zealand every year, or roughly 174,000 per week. That’s just over 1,000 every hour, or about 16 every minute.

So, by the time you finish reading this post, and spend another minute or so admiring a few photos, another 30 to 40 Big Macs have probably left a McDonald’s kitchen somewhere in New Zealand.

And suddenly, for reasons I’m not entirely sure I can justify, I feel like I’ve contributed something useful to society.

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Refrigeration & The Totara Estate

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Daily Photo – The stables at the Totara Estate

In the afternoon of 15 February 1882, a remarkably ambitious and faintly mind-boggling event took place. The sailing ship Dunedin left Port Chalmers on a three-month voyage that would end in London. On board were nearly 4,500 frozen sheep carcasses and 500 frozen lambs from the Totara estate near Oamaru.

After 98 days at sea, the ship reached the London Docks with the meat still in near-perfect condition. From there, it made its way to Smithfield Market, where London butchers got their first proper look at what New Zealand meat that had been quietly freezing in a ship’s hold for three months.

This extraordinary event was all thanks to refrigeration, and it was something of a revelation. New Zealand had suddenly discovered that it could send dead sheep halfway around the world and have them arrive still edible. The implications were enormous. New Zealand now had a major new export industry to add to wool and grain, and it grew with astonishing speed. By 1890, frozen meat was worth around £1 million a year, and by 1910, that figure had risen to £3.8 million, nearly half the value of wool.

From there the whole industry went completely bonkers, Farming changed drastically, large-scale freezing works were developed, and small ports such as Bluff, Oamaru, Timaru, Gisborne and Napier suddenly found themselves shipping vast quantities of frozen sheep all over the place

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Strolling In Oamaru

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Daily Photo – The Victorian Heritage Precinct

In Oamaru I stopped at a place called Scott’s Brewery. On the drive I had drunk one bottle of water too many and by the time I arrived my bladder was about to explode. Several minutes later having solved what was a pressing issue, I was able to walk freely once more and I emerged from the brewery into bright sunshine. Scott’s Brewery started life in 2007 and has been going strong ever since. Out front people were gathered around tables neatly arranged on the lush green grass enjoying a spot of lunch in the warm sunshine. It all looked very lovely and for a second I was tempted to join them. Instead, I crossed over the street and went for a walk around the well known Victorian Heritage Precinct. A district made up of 19th-century Victorian architecture crafted from local white limestone and is filled with boutique shops, artisan workshops, art galleries and is home to the famed Steampunk HQ.

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Mount Ida And The Snow of 1863

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Daily Photo – The Ida Range

The gold discovery in the Naseby area was made in 1863, and the rush was spectacular. The original prospectors discovered gold around the Hogburn, and within only a few days, more than 1,000 miners had arrived. By the end of July, there were over 2,000 men working around Naseby and the wider Mount Ida field. The rush happened so quickly in the essentially empty Maniototo countryside that towns popped up almost overnight, and Naseby was one of them.

Of course, getting several thousand gold-hungry men to the goldfields was one thing. Getting them back out again was another. In September 1863, Sergeant Ryan, stationed at Mount Ida, sent Constable Garvey and another policeman to investigate the new rush at Clarke’s, in the Mount Burster area. On the return journey, an over-confident Constable Garvey walked ahead of the others into a snowstorm. The constable and his companion, fearing they had become lost, took shelter beneath a rock while the weather closed in around them. When the storm had passed, the two men eventually staggered back to Mount Ida, badly frostbitten. Garvey didn’t make it. His body was later found, ravaged by the storm. It was a sobering reminder that beneath all the excitement of the gold rush, this was still a wild and unforgiving corner of the country, where a man could leave town in search of a few nuggets and simply disappear.

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The Town of Naseby

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Daily Photo – I.N.P Hjorring Draper & Clothing

My final stop for the day was Naseby, another town that started life in the gold rush and has managed to survive thanks to holidaymakers looking for somewhere a little quieter, and considerably less expensive, than the tourist hotspots of Arrowtown, Frankton and Queenstown. I found the town covered in bathed in bright daylight and a chilly 2 degrees. The main road into town led me past row after row of cottages and the local reserve, which was filled with kids building snowmen, Dads throwing snowballs, and mothers wondering how on earth they were going to get everything dry! A few blocks further along, the streets were filled with cars parked on snow-covered sidewalks as people strolled around enjoying the wintry snow. People happily sat in the sun out front of the local hotel as pockets of snow slid off the roof and water from the melting snow trickled down the footpath.

At its peak, the population of the town had grown to around 4,000 miners, with the town featuring up to 14 hotels, two butchers, multiple bakeries, billiard rooms and banks, a courthouse, a warden’s court, a post and telegraph office, a police station and jail, a blacksmith and wheelwright shop, a hospital, a school, and numerous churches. All of this was there to service the miners who had swelled into the town. I strolled for a few blocks, looking at nothing in particular, before returning to my car and leaving the town of Naseby behind.

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The Idaburn On Agnew Road

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Daily Photo – The Idaburn on Agnew Road

The road from Ophir in the Manuherikia Valley headed up over the Raggedy Range before dropping down into the Ida Valley, and that’s where the weather really changed and the scenery shifted dramatically. The sharp blue sky vanished, and a ghostly white, low-lying mist and fog took hold, slowly dissolving the landscape into it.

I drove on and on into the mucky white gloom, the temperature slowly dropping into negative numbers before settling at a freezing −5°C. The heavy hoar frost drained every trace of colour and sound, leaving only absolute silence. By the time the side roads crossed the Idaburn, trees and bridges were merely shapes in the haze, sitting on the edge of the world.

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The Town Of Ophir

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Daily Photo – The town of Ophir

I walked up and down the main street, Swindon Street. At one end was the Pitches Store and Butcher, an old-fashioned stone building that started life as a family-run general store and butchery in the 1880s and now advertises itself as contemporary luxury accommodation and a restaurant for those wanting a quiet retreat in slow-paced surroundings. Further on is the rather small but grand Post and Telegraph Office, which proudly lays claim to being the longest-running Post Office in the country. It’s open for three hours every weekday morning, where you can admire the memorabilia display or buy a postcard and get it marked with the town’s unique pick-and-shovel gold-mining postmark. Next door is the town’s Peace Memorial Hall, which still holds a function or two, judging by the nearby faded posters, and is reputed to have great acoustics and an outstanding dancing floor, although I can safely guarantee that is something I will never be able to confirm in person! 

I’d parked at the opposite end of the town at the pub, otherwise known as Blacks Hotel, and on the way back I passed buildings that had been stables, churches, bakeries and other such places you might find in a small Central Otago gold-mining town.

And that pretty much exhausted the town of Ophir. All that was left to do was drive across the popular local landmark, the suspension bridge, and head into the Ida Valley, a place I’d been looking forward to seeing once again.

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Cottage In Snow At St Bathans

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Daily Photo – Cottage in snow at St Bathans

I rounded a corner, and the quiet settlement of St Bathans came into view. I rolled down the hill into town, following its single street that runs through the middle of the settlement for no more than 500 metres before disappearing around a bend and continuing out into the countryside. It’s a tiny place, yet for all its smallness, St Bathans somehow manages to contain multitudes of soul.

When I finally arrived, I parked beside the old stables, swapped my shoes for gumboots, walked past a few historic cottages and the famous Vulcan Hotel, and set off through the snow towards the Blue Lake for a look around. As far as I could see, there was little more than snow, hills and the occasional fence post poking through the white snow. Below me, the lake was a deep, tranquil blue, reflecting the rugged, snow-covered hills beneath a perfectly clear sky. A touch of mist lingered around the far shore, while the still water reflected everything back with such clarity that the whole place seemed almost unnaturally quiet. It was one of those winter scenes where the cold gets into everything, but you don’t particularly care because the view is worth freezing for.

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Winter At Hawkdun Station

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Daily Photo – Hawkdun Station

I drove to St Bathans from Ranfurly on icy roads, with snow banked on either side and my tyres crunching over the frozen surface to the steady flapping of the windscreen wipers. Heavy snow drifted through the air, and I became increasingly convinced that I was going to hit a patch of black ice on some lonely back road, spin off over a bank, and eventually be buried beneath the snow, only to be found several months later in the thaw, with the story of my strange disappearance left to be told on some random podcast years later.

Just then, the clouds parted, the sun broke through, and a vast, pristine winter landscape stretched beneath a clear blue sky. Mounded, pillow-like formations of snow blanketed the uneven ground, occasionally broken by frozen streams. In the distance, the Hawkduns showed themselves as a majestic range of snow-covered mountains at the edge of the serene, snowy expanse. I rounded a corner, and the quiet settlement of St Bathans came into view.

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The Case Of Fraud At The Ranfurly Hotel

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Daily Photo – The Ranfurly Hotel

I awoke the next morning to discover that Central Otago had turned the cold up a few notches. A sharp frost had covered almost everything, while a low-lying mist hung over the countryside. The temperature gauge was hovering around -7°C, which is the sort of temperature that makes you question the thickness of the socks you’ve just put on. With my fingers numb and the chilly morning air slapping me hard across the face, I went in search of some life-infusing coffee.

Ten minutes later, I rolled into the town of Ranfurly, which seemed partially hidden in a sea of mist, fog and ice. I found a cafe, purchased a coffee and went for a poke around the town, which is where I found the Ranfurly Hotel, looking quiet and lonely in the morning air.

Thanks to a very helpful information board, I discovered that the current version of the hotel sprang to life in 1934, after a major fire in 1933 destroyed the previous hotel that stood on the site. Where things get a little cagey is the fact that the 1933 fire soon became the subject of a fraud investigation.

At the time of the fire, the hotel was being run by Alexander Spence and his wife, Margaret. Following the fire, they made an insurance claim for goods and property that had been destroyed in the blaze, including furniture, mattresses, carpets, chairs and other items you might expect to find in a busy rural hotel. The thing was, after a police investigation, many of the items being claimed for suspiciously turned up at the Spences’ farm, all in perfect condition. The case went to court and, in April 1934, Alexander and Margaret Spence were found guilty of fraud. They were fined £10, with six months’ imprisonment in default of payment.

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Hyde Railway Station

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Daily Photo – Hyde Railway Station

On my way through the Strath Taieri, I decided to call in at the now defunct Hyde Railway Station. Once an important freight and railway-working centre, it sits at the northern end of the Strath Taieri, beneath the long, weather-beaten bulk of the Rock and Pillar Range. With disused rail tracks and wagons quietly sitting out the front, it is now surrounded by tall trees and long grass that becomes covered in hard frosts in winter. 

Yet one fact seemed to strike me more than most: the station wasn’t actually in Hyde. The township was 2 km further north. It seems that when the Otago Central Railway reached Hyde in 1894, the township was so short of level land that even the railway couldn’t find somewhere to park itself. So, what do you do when you can’t fit the railway station in the town? You simply move the railway station elsewhere.

And so it was that the main station for Hyde was built about 2 km south of the town, on the only suitable piece of flat land available. Giving the station a definite middle-of-nowhere feel, which, when you think about it, seems quite appropriate for New Zealand.

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Travelling Through The Maniototo

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Daily Photo – Travelling through the Maniototo

It was one of those winter days when the landscape seemed to stretch on forever, with the snow turning the paddocks into one enormous white sheet. The fences were about the only thing breaking up the view, leading off towards the distant ranges and giving the eye something to follow across all that white.

I was travelling through the Maniototo and into Central Otago in June, and this was the sort of winter scene I’d been hoping to find. There’s something about the Maniototo in the colder months that makes the place feel even bigger than it already is. The wide-open paddocks, the bare hills and the distant mountains all seem to have been turned up a notch.

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Hop Into Waimate

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Daily Photo – Hop into waimate

There’s a wonderful sense of irony with Waimate’s famous yellow barn. That being the fact that they’re using an introduced, invasive pest that happily nibbles its way across the country to advertise the town. It’s a man named Michael Studholme who can take a bow for introducing this unwanted species into New Zealand. During the 1870s, he decided it would be a good idea to release wallabies on his property as a novelty, a decision everyone has regretted ever since.

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A Spring Morning In Dunedin

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Daily Photo – A spring morning in Dunedin

How I like fine and warm spring mornings, they have such a positive feel about them. Especially on a Saturday, when the city seems to take its time waking up. I was wandering through the centre of Dunedin on a Saturday morning when I found the streets around the Octagon looking surprisingly deserted. The sun was already high enough to catch the tops of the buildings, while the bare branches of the trees were beginning to hint that winter was finally on its way out.

There was hardly anyone about. A few cars, a couple of early shoppers and the odd person going about their business, but otherwise it felt strangely quiet for a Saturday morning. I assumed most of Dunedin had migrated towards the Farmers’ Market, leaving this part of town to the cafe owners and the pigeons.

For a moment, though, I quite liked having the city almost to myself. It made the familiar buildings, shopfronts and old street lamps seem somehow different, as if Dunedin had paused for a coffee before getting on with the weekend.

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Dunedin On A Quiet Sunday Afternoon

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Daily Photo – Dunedin on a quiet Sunday afternoon.

I was exploring Dunedin on one of those quiet Sunday afternoons when the weather slowly seemed to engulf everything in its path. The hills of the Otago Peninsula were still visible, but only just, gradually disappearing behind a curtain of mist and low rain clouds.

From where I was standing, the spire of First Church rose above the city, its stonework looking particularly impressive against the slate-grey sky. It’s one of those buildings that seems to turn up in almost every view of central Dunedin, and for good reason. It is difficult to miss. What caught my attention, though, was the way the weather had changed the whole character of the city. The modern glass buildings reflected what little light there was, while the older Victorian buildings below seemed to retreat into the gloom.

There wasn’t much happening. It was Sunday, after all. The streets were quiet, the harbour was almost still, and the rain was slowly swallowing the hills.

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The La Trobe Reading Room

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Daily Photo – The La Trobe Reading Room

Today I take you inside the State Library of Victoria and, more specifically, into the rather impressive La Trobe Reading Room.

It really is quite something.

The moment you walk in, your eyes are drawn upwards. There’s the enormous octagonal dome, balconies disappearing off in every direction and, far below, row upon row of desks where people sit quietly getting on with whatever important things people do in libraries. Of course, being there as a photographer, I had other concerns. Mainly, how on earth was I going to fit the whole thing into one photograph?

The skylight high above pours daylight into the room, while down below the old wooden desks sit in much deeper shadow. Cameras, unlike eyes, tend to get a little upset by this sort of thing, so there was a fair bit of stopping, starting and fiddling about with the exposure. Then there was the geometry. The room is full of lines, circles, balconies and angles, all of which seem determined to go slightly crooked the moment you point an ultra-wide lens at them. Finally, there’s the people, they’re truly everywhere. Most of them are just like me, trying to get a photo from an upper floor balcony. Still, after a bit of patience and a considerable amount of lining things up, I got there in the end.

And really, with a room like this, it would have been rude not to try.

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Victoria State Library

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Daily Photo – Victoria State Library

On my way through Melbourne on one of my trips, I’d been in the Central Place mall, I think it was called, photographing an old brick building tucked inside the mall itself and sitting beneath a dome. It was only as I was leaving that I remembered I’d wanted to check out the Victoria State Library.

I’d read that it was one of those grand old Roman-style buildings and figured it might be worth a look. As it turned out, it was.

Leading up to the library is this great set of broad steps, which added another dimension to the photograph and gave me something interesting to work with. The only problem was that the steps were absolutely packed with people. There was no shortage of subjects, just rather too many of them. So I waited. Eventually, a gap appeared, the crowd thinned just enough, and I managed to get the shot I was after.

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Langlois-Éteveneaux House in Akaroa

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Daily Photo – Langlois-Éteveneaux House

In the afternoon of my second day in Akaroa, I paid a visit to the local museum, where I was particularly interested to see inside the heritage cottage sitting towards the end of the main line of shops. I’d walked past it a number of times, so was pleased to finally get the opportunity to have a peek inside.

Still sitting in its original location, the two-room Langlois-Éteveneaux House is something of a survivor. It is the only remaining house known to have been constructed by French colonists in Akaroa during the 1840s, which gives the little building rather more significance than its modest appearance might suggest.

After a quiet poke around, I learned, among other things, that the house was commissioned by one Aimable Langlois, who ran the neighbouring French store. The building that followed was distinctly French in character, with the small, rectangular and symmetrical proportions typical of the colonial style, along with a steeply pitched roof and shuttered casement windows.

It’s a wonderfully simple little house, but it offers a rather tangible glimpse of the brief moment when Akaroa and the rest of New Zealand might have become French! Now there’s a scary thought! 

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The Corner for Value in Temuka

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Daily Photo – The Corner for Value in Temuka

This was a fun image to create. I came across the building while wandering through the South Island town of Temuka. The faded words “The Corner for Value” are still clinging to the façade, like a shopkeeper who has decided retirement is somewhat overrated.

The name belonged to A. Gabites, a drapery business established by Arthur Gabites. Arthur died suddenly in 1898, aged just 55, leaving Margaret with twelve children, the youngest only ten months old. Somehow, the family kept the business going, eventually expanding into building this shop in 1905–06. By then, Arthur had been gone for several years, but his name remained above the door.

The family had already made their mark in Timaru, where their Stafford Street premises became known as Gabites Corner. So when this shop appeared in Temuka, locals suddenly found themselves with two Gabites Corners barely fifteen minutes apart.

A century later, only one thing seems to have changed. The customers have gone. The corner remains.

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Dawn on Lower Stuart Street

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Daily Photo – Dawn on Lower Stuart Street

I took this photo of Lower Stuart Street early one morning, and just like much of Dunedin, it’s early surveyor Charles Kettle we can thank for it. In 1846 when Kettle arrived in Otago with the rather daunting task of turning what was largely wilderness into a new town. Working with his assistants, he surveyed the head of the harbour and began laying out the streets, sections and reserves that would become Dunedin. Kettle had studied Edinburgh before leaving Britain, and deliberately borrowed elements of its layout, including the broad streets, squares and central Octagon. The terrain, however, had other ideas. Hills, gullies, swamps and Bell Hill all got in the way, but Kettle pressed on. By the time the first settlers arrived in 1848, the basic town plan was largely complete.

The small wrinkle in the story starts with what we now know as Stuart Street. When Charles Kettle laid out Dunedin in his original survey, the street we call Stuart Street was actually called Albert Street. At some point the name was changed to Stuart Street, adding another Scottish connection to a town already filled with reminders of Edinburgh as Princes Street, George Street and Hanover Street had all been borrowed from the Scottish capital. Stuart Street followed the same pattern.

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The Year of the Fire Horse

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Daily Photo – Dunedin’s Traditional Chinese Garden

So this year is the Year of the Fire Horse, which, I’m led to believe, is supposed to be a year of optimism, opportunity and getting things moving. The Fire Horse is said to be energetic and dynamic, which sounds promising, although I’m beginning to think what the world really needs is a quiet afternoon and a cup of green tea.

Those born under the Horse are apparently hardworking, warm-hearted and fiercely independent, while the horse itself has long been associated with success, freedom and good fortune. So perhaps there’s something to look forward to. At the very least, it seems like a good year to saddle up, hold on tight and see where the road takes us.

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The Town Of Winton

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Daily Photo – Evening at the Railway Hotel in Winton

There are towns you can imagine being named after politicians, explorers or some long-forgotten gentleman with a suitably impressive beard. Then there is Winton.

The story begins in the late 1850s, when stockman Thomas Winton was moving through Southland in search of strayed cattle. At some point, he stopped beside a small stream and made camp. It was hardly the sort of event you would expect to leave much of a mark on history, but the stream became known as Winton Creek.

And then, as these things sometimes do, the name stuck.

When the Southland settlement was formally established in 1861 and the township surveyed in 1863, the fledgling town inherited the name of the stockman who had once camped beside its creek.

These days Winton sits about 30 kilometres north of Invercargill, a quiet Southland town surrounded by some of the country’s best grazing country. But long before there was a main street, a railway or a town clock, there was Thomas Winton, a drover, some wandering stock and a night spent beside a little stream.

Not a bad legacy for simply stopping for the night.

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Where’s Damian?

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Daily Photo – Dusk In Northern Victoria

If you step off the track, it’s not hard to see why you might easily get disorientated and lost. There are many stories of people wandering off into the bush never to be seen again. One of the more famous is that of 10 year old Damian McKenzie. The story goes that in September of 1974, 10 year old Damian was attending a popular youth camp near Marysville in the State of Victoria where one of the activities was a walk to the popular Steavenson Falls, one of the state’s highest waterfalls, with a drop of at least 84 metres. The group, which included Damian, set off around 11:30am on Wednesday 4th September. Damian, a good natured and responsible young lad was said to have excitedly run ahead of the group up a track that eventually lead to the top of the falls. However, shortly after it was discovered that Damian was missing, two boys and an adult chaperone went to search for him. When there was no sign of him, the police were contacted. Over the preceding hours and days, the search party expanded to include the State Police, a trained Rescue squad, the Federation of Bush Walkers, Civil Defence, Australian Red Cross, Volunteers, 4wd and Helicopter patrols. In total upwards of  310 people were involved in the search across the landscape and into the rivers. All possibilities were considered: lost in the bush, drowned in the river, abducted, taken by natural predators, the possibility that he might have fallen down an old mineshaft was considered – even though they had mostly been filled in long ago. The search continued day after day with volunteers staying in the area for ten days after he went missing, yet no trace of Damian was found.

Fifty-one years later as the mystery had been labeled a ‘cold case’ and due to the fact that a coronial inquest was never conducted The Victorian Coroner re-examined the case in May 2026. On June 1, 2026 it was announced that the formal finding was that the definitive cause of death was exposure – legally ruling out any other long-standing theories. Among the evidence looked at was the fact that Damian went missing in an area surrounding Steavenson Falls consisting of incredibly dense, near-impenetrable scrub, steep slopes, and rugged bushland, wearing only jumper, jeans, and school shoes. Soon after the search commenced, the conditions turned nasty with freezing weather hitting the region including heavy mountain snow which heavily obscured tracks and disrupted search efforts. With no physical remains or items of clothing belonging to Damaian ever being recovered, he remains a missing person. 

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Framing Time: Old Stone, New Steel

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Daily Photo – Old & New Buildings On Bond Street

I like photographs where two completely different buildings somehow end up having a conversation with each other. This is one of those. On the left, you have the modern building, all sharp lines, glass and those rather striking golden panels. Everything is clean and straight, almost as if someone has taken a ruler to the building and refused to let anything wander off course. Then sitting behind it is Consultancy House, which couldn’t be more different. All carved stone, arches, columns and those wonderfully industrial-looking external fire escapes climbing up the side. It belongs to another era entirely.

What I like about the photograph is the way the two buildings have ended up squeezed into the same frame. One is sleek and modern, the other slightly weathered and full of history. Yet somehow they work together. There’s also something quite satisfying about the shapes. The vertical lines of the modern building pull your eye upwards, while the older building fills in all the gaps behind it.

And then, of course, there’s that blue sky. Sometimes Dunedin does a pretty good job of providing its own backdrop.

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The Foul Streets

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Tales From The Devil’s Half-Acre – The Foul Streets

A little taste of the next Dispatch from The Devil’s Half-Acre.
‘In the flat spots and narrow alleys where the gradient failed, the water did not flow away; it sat. Green, putrefying pools collected in depressions and remained there for weeks at a time, little more than stagnant open sewers.

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When Puddles Become Mirrors

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Daily Photo – Queens Garden and Vogel Street

Here in New Zealand, spring is just around the corner, and the first traces of it are already floating through the air, with pollen settling over everything like a fine yellow dust. But winter clearly isn’t quite ready to leave. Cold fronts have been rolling through with high winds, hail, snow on the hills and some seriously heavy rain.

We’ve had several bursts of torrential rain recently, including one particularly impressive cold snap that left massive puddles scattered across the city as Dunedin’s drainage systems struggled to keep up.

Normally, puddles are something you try to avoid. As a photographer, however, they’re a gift. Once the clouds finally broke and the sun appeared, those great sheets of water turned into giant mirrors, reflecting buildings, trees and the suddenly brighter sky. Sometimes the best photographs are hiding in the places you normally try not to step.

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