On a bitterly cold morning in Central Otago New Zealand, we went out for a dawn shoot... -14 degrees.   In the main street of Middlemarch an old beaten up ute pulls up beside me and a toothless man dressed in what appeared to be a hessian sack suggests that I come with him...  He has THE best spot for a photo.   Stupidly, I climb in.   There is no seat, no window.   He drives me about 5 km on country roads and I find myself saying goodbye.
 
But, true to his word, Colin takes me to see something special.   It took ages to make eye contact, but I kinda fell for Baabaara.
 
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