Flying into Stockholm I was momentarily transported to the other winter we experienced in the last 6 months, and how that one started.
Nikon asked Laura Heald and I to create a film to celebrate the launch of their new flagship camera--the D3S--and we so we headed south. Really, really far south.
Our friend David Callow has been telling me of the wonders of Tasmania for years.
I don’t know why I stayed away so long. We left the Rocks in Sydney well before sunrise and headed out over the Tasman Sea and swoped into Hobart. Fog above, steam below. When the plane dipped out of the clouds and crossed over the edge of the island we were presented with one of the most glorious views I’ve ever been blessed to witness.
Laura, never very talkative, sat in a stunned silence....and then allowed that it looked the way she imagined Peter Pan’s Never, Never Land looked when she read it time and again as a child.
Thanks Nikon for that. And now for this.
It’s midnight in northern Europe, and I am having hot chocolate and sitting with Laura and software wizard Curt Bianchi next to a fire looking at the ice flows in the Baltic Sea.