It is windy here. I broke my rule of lying fallow and gave myself an assignment: Spend the day driving across the South Island and photograph windbreaks. They are everywhere – all encompassing, huge, long, and captivating. Perhaps I am entering my Color Field Painting phase – should last about a week… Following is a lot of photos and just a few words. Some of the images might work better if you click them and fill your screen.
The tanker truck gives a sense of scale and how big they actually are. They can follow roads or hilltops. They can divide areas up into geometrically square patterns, like a labyrinth. They can meander across hills and valleys.
This image also gives an idea of the task it takes to prune these. I was hoping to see the process, but only saw the equipment, I presume, that does it.
Many times it was like looking at an Andy Goldsworthy who was willing to wait 30 years for nature to do its work.
In the end I got a bit bored. It is hard to not find an interesting photo of windbreaks. They are a dime-a-dozen here.
And, as I have said, the best part was the absolute silence for most this day. No traffic. No airplanes in these massive blue skies.