Somewhere around here, perhaps?...
What happened to my log? It only has been 35+ years?!!! And there were no footprints there but mine.
I was coming off about 3 weeks of no photographing...a week of that in my tent with the flu, the other two weeks bicycling with the flu. On a six-month photo journey, 3 weeks seems to be a long time to be idle. I was feeling better and tenting in the motor camp at Punakaiki, but not photographically motivated properly. Riding the bike from camp to the trailhead for Truman Cove I came across a dead stoat, run over by a car with its head and one fore leg separated from the rest and undamaged. I took him/her down to the beach and photographed it in various places, rock-climbing, in the seaweed, on driftwood, and so forth...exposed maybe 6 sheets of 4x5. It got me thinking about light and place, and just using the camera again. Then I found the above Truman Cove image (without Mr.Stoat).
PS -- Stoats were introduced to help with the problem of the introduced rabbits to NZ. Of course, the stoats prefer to eat the eggs of the ground birds and other diverse birdlife of NZ...much easier.
Actually, it is surprising to see it still so similar -- they get some major storms along that coast. The next day a storm blew me south, hard wind, hard rain, but all from behind...one of my best days of bicycle riding! Looking at it thru Google -- much has changed, The only way down from up above in 1987 actually came down to the foot of the waterfall. A much more private-feeling beach back then.