Go Visit Tim Wilson!

When I was in Queenstown, I popped into an art gallery… I do this all the time, of course… And I’m usually kinda “ho-hum” about it… wondering, “Why does THIS GUY have a gallery?” That sounds horribly elitist, yes? Yes, it does… but I think many of us do this, yes? Yes, we do.

Anyway, I did NOT have those thoughts when I saw Tim Wilson’s gallery! This guy is great! You have to go visit his website at TimWilsonArt.com. No doubt, you’ll see what I mean. After I was staring into his paintings for a while, it turned out he was right behind me, lurking, watching me enjoy his work! We ended up having a few chats over several days… what a cool guy. I’m always happy when I meet an artist who is as cool as I imagine he might be!

Tim has lived in New Zealand his whole life, and only recently moved down to Queenstown… It’s all about the light and the landscapes down there… maybe I’m starting to sound like a broken record about this, yes?

And if you make it to Queenstown, be sure to come into his gallery to see these things in person. No doubt you’ll be impressed with his website… and everything looks even more amazing in person.

Daily Photo – Bright Morning, Stone Hut, Grass Roof

It’s so hard for me to imagine how these Icelanders used to sleep in these stone huts in the olden days. I don’t care how many stones you put into the walls, I don’t see how it can possibly keep out that Icelandic wind! Those must have been some tough people back in the day. The grass roof is always a nice touch, but I can’t imagine that’s helps a lot either.

This was taken around 2 in the morning, just as the sun was starting to rise off the horizon again. I found this place by happy accident. About 3 hours earlier, I took a gamble and drove up a random dirt road that spiraled up a mountain. I was doing my best to follow the sun by navigating around the topology, as best I could remember it. I had spent the last week or so driving around, up, down, and through mountains, so I was getting to know the area pretty well. I finally felt good enough to begin instinctively navigating around the landscape.