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Another great day in TeWai Pounamu with @elliot_fell - lads on tour. . . . #flying #aviation #avgeek #mountains #cessna #pilot #travel #adventure #traveling #travelgram (at Wanaka, New Zealand)

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Turning base for grass runway 29, #Wanaka #NZ. A great day #flying the #172 in blue skies and bumps. . . . #aviation #avgeek #pilot #flyboy #cessna #flight #newzealand #lakewanaka #travel #travelgram #travelphotography

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Alps and Oceans

West Coast dreaming.

A few highlights of an incredible flight in the late light of a setting day. Flying from Wanaka, we gazed upon the shimmering flanks of Aoraki, descended between the towering behemoths of the Alps, and found ourselves in the wild haven of Tai Poutini - the West Coast. The sun caught the last breakers of the day as we waved past Haast, before heading throught the mountains back home.

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The Beauty of Tititea

Some of the many faces of Mt Aspiring / Tititea - 3043m AMSL. An utter privilege to behold when flying from Wanaka a fortnight ago. We left behind the sea of low level inversion cloud in Wanaka, and found ourselves in the calm majesty of the heavens.

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Pastels in the Mountains

I had the privilege of taking my father flying last weekend. We had a great flight flying from Wanaka, to Cromwell, to Alexandra, to St Bathans, and back to Wanaka via Dunstan Creek. This photo was taken as we made our way up Dunstan Creek at 5000ft AMSL underneath the cloudbase.

Brilliant day.

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Post 2

Here we go again. Not really. This is a test post.

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Hello World

Whelp. Here we go. My foray back into the world of letters and sentences. Returning to the page, to the words, to the writing. I'm starting this as one of those experiments / exercises where wll you do is write, and try not to think. Oh how hard that is in our world today. A world of pain, of necropower, of misery, of an unjust balance that just reeks of tyranny. But I digress. Hanon, who am I actually talking to? Am I talking to me? Am I voicing an interior monologue in exterior fashion, or am I talking to you, dear reader? I guess that will be something that we discover togehter, fruther along in our journey. I want this to be an outlet, a pensieve of sorts, if you'll pardon the obvoius Harry Potter reference. A outpouring of emotion and creativity, into an everychanging palette of just 26 letters. How long this will last, who knows. How long anything lasts, who knows. I guess there is almost a poetic balance there. Our ignorance of the cosmos is one thing that brings us all together. Ultimately, we all know an equal amount of fuck all about the stars, our reality, our origins, and our future. Are we a quantum game of yachtzee being played by supreme beings, are we a simulation created by ourselves far in the future? Who knows? Do we need to know? Probably not. Again, I digress. Or do I? Who sets the rules of this page? My conscious mind? My subconscious? There's a certain peace in asking questions to a medium that cannot answer them. A page cannot judge you, cannot further your un-knowing, it can only sit passively, docile and waiting for you to bestow upon it your curiosity and emotion. I guess that is why am I here now. To free myself of the chains of crippling emotion. Or at least try to anyway. We will see how that goes. How far down the rabbit hole do I want to descend in this first post? Deep into the depths, into the darkness. Into the abyss that echos with pain? Or into the labryinth? The tunnels or uncertainty and recursion. Again, who knows. I think that may be a topic for another time. Thank you at least for being here. For listening. For lifting even a small piece of that burden. Of the leaden tape that covers one's mouth. Am I addressing you dear reader, or am I adressing my self. Are they perhaps, one and the same. Is perhaps, the author also the reader? In the same way in which I write words about myself, I also learn about myself from reading them? Perhaps the subconscious mind is the author, and the conscious mind its reader? Again, this is something we may well find out on our journey together. In the future, in the new cycles of light and dark, we will find ourselves here once again. In the sweet peace, the void between ignorance and consciousness, between being and knowing, where word meets page, and ego meets id. For now, goodnight.