Rotorua, New Zealand
The air is thick and hot, a smell permeates the air and sunlight streams through smoky clouds. Mud is lucid, bubbling and popping. Steam is rising from cracks in the ground that have formed over millions of years and there are more colours than even the most perfect rainbow. Gravel crunches under feet and eyes dart around the surroundings which bring a new perspective with every inch. The landscape is sparse but in no way empty, the ground is alive, whisperin...