The time: Sunday, September 19, 2004 (just 10 days short of 8 years ago). The place: near the town of Tiniroto, roughly halfway between Wairoa and Gisborne along Highway 36, on New Zealand’s North Island.
I was traveling with a colleague, driving a rental car, when I saw an old, classic wooden fence, long since gone to seed with the ubiquitous lichens that abound in this moist climate. I came to a (rather sudden) stop, made sure I was well-enough off the highway for safety, grabbed my camera and tripod, and carefully negotiated a barbed-wire fence for a closer look. It turned out to be well worth the effort.
Metadata: Nikon Coolpix 4500, 100 ISO, 1/310 second at f/7.5; UV filter.