Dawn at Kinloch, at the head of Lake Wakatipu.
Lake Wakatipu is an inland lake in the South Island of New Zealand. Many perhaps relate more to the name Queenstown. On the eastern shore. Kinloch is at the head of the lake to the west, right beside where the Dart River, the primary tributary, feeds it. Kinloch can be reached by road via the township of Glenorchy
The name Wakatipu comes from the original Māori name, Whakatipu wai-māori
Lake Wakatipu is an inland lake in the South Island of New Zealand. Many perhaps relate more to the name Queenstown. On the eastern shore. Kinloch is at the head of the lake to the west, right beside where the Dart River, the primary tributary, feeds it. Kinloch can be reached by road via the township of Glenorchy.
The most delightful backdrop for visitors to Queenstown is the Remarkables mountain range.
Loved alike by New Zealanders and tourists in all seasons, they’re best viewed from the town. The best viewing times are from mid morning onwards and especially at dusk.
These iconic photos were all made just on sunset in early winter
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During some moments in time, recent time that is – less years in fact than can be counted on one hand alone, Queenstown Botanic Gardens changes in ways that only manifest on a few early winter nights each June.
With the onset of a dusk, hand-in-hand with sub zero temperatures, thousands of people can be seen walking the icy paths to the public gardens in a corner of Queenstown Bay.
There among the trees and ice covered waters magic unfolds as children and adults alike enter a realm where lights float and dance in and on the reflections of ice covered waters – places where minds come alight with imagination.
The by now beguiled wanderers will often be prone to stumbling bought on by magic imbalances, and the spells of wandering fairies.
And for every score of steps stumbled or walked, another “experience” comes to light.
Deeper in the forest it becomes even more immersive – lights climb trees, reflections dance on the forest floor like bright leaves in an autumn wind – a wind that carries beguiling music to which the lights dance.