NEW ZEALAND | Wednesday, 3 July 2013 | Views [298] | View Smaller Image
Touching my soul...fulfilment in the Paparoa’s.
I know of no greater reflective time than the setting of the sun. Another day has run its course and my daily exertions, mixed with millions of others, are resting quietly as the sun lowers itself gently over the horizon. The life of a nomad may be simple, but the rewards are of more significance than a weekly pay check, they are a tangible memory that lasts. Forever. For being able to experience the richness of life, the fullness of beauty and to touch the inner peace of my soul, I am grateful.
These pictures tell my story, the story of finding my soul.
