Of bones and mountains

On this night, after a ten hour shift on my feet, I spotted a clear and sunset lit Mount Taranaki in my rear-view mirror on the drive home.

It didn’t seem to matter that I was bone tired and hungry and sore, because I wanted to throw on some fresh clothes, grab my camera and roll back to the bays, to catch the evening rays on a bridge shaped like whale bones.

A site of a battle of the musket wars and so a burial ground, the Te Rewa Rewa bridge holds cultural significance. With ribs stretched to the sky, and the bridge directing my gaze to the mountain, I stood and counted myself lucky to live in a country that values its identity.

When everyone else is moving, travelling, and exploring the world, home is where I need to be.

And that’s okay.

The Te Rewa Rewa bridge is located in the Taranaki region of New Zealand and is most easily accessed via Lake Rotomanu, on the outskirts of New Plymouth.

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