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Te Whakamahara (The Remembering)
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Te Whakamahara The Remembering Ruakākā It does not rise. It returns. Ancient, patient, knowing. The sun breaks through cloud and silence as it has since the beginning— when the land was still wild with birdsong and the sea spoke only to those who listened. It remembers. It remembers the kākā, their laughter stitched into the canopy, the flax harvested with care, the river mouth alive with stories. It remembers the footsteps of tūpuna pressed into sand now reshaped by progress, the chants that once welcomed the dawn now drowned beneath the hum of industry.
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"This photo was taken on an amazing morning, watching the sun rise over Ruakaka Beach in 2025."
Rusty Passage way
- 60 x 27 cm
As a kid, the old rusty bridge outside Hawera was a gateway to adventure. Life was slower then, and so were cars. Nearby, the local "car dump" was our treasure trove. People used to push old cars into the gully, a time before ecological concerns were paramount. My siblings and I, under Dad’s watchful eye, would scavenge parts from the wrecks—a thrilling, albeit dangerous, escapade we never questioned. The gully is clean now, but the bridge stands as a nostalgic reminder of those simpler, carefree days..... see price list for different sizes
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Old bridge
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- 60 x 90 cm