The Quest is Over
Ah, Minas Tirith, City of Stone and healing.
Although some of us exhibit delusions of grandeur after our successful quest...
...most of the party simply takes its ease.
Here amid the stone pillars...
...the party finds healing for their many hurts...
...salons for brushing up their toes...
...food of every description...
...and beautiful gardens...
...set against the spectacular backdrop of Mount Mindolluin.
One fine day we set forth from the Harlond...
...to spend a restful day at the sea.
Upon finding a sheltered nook...
...we spread a picnic upon the beach.
"Look!" said Peachy. "Isn't that one of those giant eagles, flying our way?"
"I believe you're right," said Mariole. "And it appears to be singing."
Faintly we heard the following message:
Oh visitors friendly, from far over sea,
In joy hast thou sightseen, 'mid high jinks and glee.
When thou hearest the quack of the duck on the shore,
Thy vacation shall last in New Zealand no more.
"What's wrong?" asked Maggie. "Is the eagle trying to get rid of us?"
"I don't know about that," said Mariole. "But that black swan out there is definitely mooning us."
With great sadness, the party sought the most Haven-like inlet we could find...
...and then set sail across the sea...
...where the memory of our journey will remain forever clear and unstained in our hearts, even beyond the circles of the world.
Namárië.
Author's notes:
1. We created this photo documentary purely for pleasure, not praise. However, if you feel you absolutely must, by all means go ahead and nominate any member of the cast or crew, including the director and producer, for an Oscar. After all, what's good enough for PJ is good enough for us.
2. If you'd like to see where we travelled, take a look at our New Zealand map. It would be my pleasure to answer any questions about our wonderful journey in this truly magical land. Cheers.
Although some of us exhibit delusions of grandeur after our successful quest...
...most of the party simply takes its ease.
Here amid the stone pillars...
...the party finds healing for their many hurts...
...salons for brushing up their toes...
...food of every description...
...and beautiful gardens...
...set against the spectacular backdrop of Mount Mindolluin.
One fine day we set forth from the Harlond...
...to spend a restful day at the sea.
Upon finding a sheltered nook...
...we spread a picnic upon the beach.
"Look!" said Peachy. "Isn't that one of those giant eagles, flying our way?"
"I believe you're right," said Mariole. "And it appears to be singing."
Faintly we heard the following message:
Oh visitors friendly, from far over sea,
In joy hast thou sightseen, 'mid high jinks and glee.
When thou hearest the quack of the duck on the shore,
Thy vacation shall last in New Zealand no more.
"What's wrong?" asked Maggie. "Is the eagle trying to get rid of us?"
"I don't know about that," said Mariole. "But that black swan out there is definitely mooning us."
With great sadness, the party sought the most Haven-like inlet we could find...
...and then set sail across the sea...
...where the memory of our journey will remain forever clear and unstained in our hearts, even beyond the circles of the world.
Namárië.
Author's notes:
1. We created this photo documentary purely for pleasure, not praise. However, if you feel you absolutely must, by all means go ahead and nominate any member of the cast or crew, including the director and producer, for an Oscar. After all, what's good enough for PJ is good enough for us.
2. If you'd like to see where we travelled, take a look at our New Zealand map. It would be my pleasure to answer any questions about our wonderful journey in this truly magical land. Cheers.