In the Land of Silver Light
Thursday, July 26th, 2007
Sitka is different. And yet it isn’t.
When I first arrived here, it appeared strange, foreign. And yet curiously familiar. Perhaps because I was a stranger in a foreign land, I was looking for anything that would link me back to my beloved Aotearoa. The mountains encircling the town seemed remarkably like Fordland, the sound (fiord) had the same feeling of remoteness and calm that I have experienced in places back home. And yet…and yet…
When I arrived, it was raining, and it continued to rain. There is an old Scottish expression: if there is enough blue sky to patch the holes in your shirt, then it is going to be a good day. It had taken me a week to understand that. Blue sky never lasted more than a few hours, and then only on two occasions. When it came, I was almost taken aback by it. Heck, I was taken aback. I was stunned. For a time I really didn’t know how to cope with it. It had reached the point where I almost didn’t want to see it, because it was disturbing. Hard shadow, so much a characteristic of New Zealand light, seemed a stranger there, so out of place. I could live without it. (more…)