The truth about Timaru!
Captured by the wonderful Natalie Price, who was kind – and brave – enough to let me publish this masterpiece. Thanks a lot!
Please let me re-emphasise that most of the photos presented on this blog aren’t indicative for the photographic abilities of their authors ;)
Google Maps Location (well, somewhere there)
Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for fireworks of Uglynewzealandism over the next days and weeks! Kicked off by this superb shot by the fabulous Shannon Stevenson, accompanied by a mind-boggling guest post by Alex Gilks aka The Voice of the South:
When the blanket of sudden winter snow melts a bit, and gets all gritty and sullied around the edges with brown and grey tyre juice, that’s when the folks of Timaru do what they do best: load up in a big ol’ 1980s Ford LTD style stretched limo, and head out to the main to cruise the mush, like a dirty big pink shark, looking to raise some hell.
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After the tragic death of the Phar Lap, his fans and the racing fraternity ennobled the memory of the champion gelding by sending his arse back to Australia, keeping his bones in New Zealand, and exporting his shoes to the Philippines. A thoroughbred, a complete horsey, bossing the track and strutting proud and free in his domain: this image could not be complete without a statue of a frozen horse riding a goods lift up towards heaven. Travel well, wonder horse.