New Zealand Geographic, January/February 2017
what must it have looked like in the moonlight, as tonnes of solid rock leapt from the seabed, sloughing oFF the ocean? Ten days on, limp tresses of dying kelp lie stinking on the rocks, and seabirds fight over the banquet raised up for them. There is still a sense something dramatic happened here, but it’s fading. Soon, it will seem that it has always been this way. This is the great illusion of our landscape—it feels so solid, so permanent, but it is made in violence and constant change.