All the time. But I still have to have fun.
Took some First Nation friends for a walk up Ōtaki Forks. They were here for Maoriland Film Festival which was fantastic. It gets better every year.
Writing always takes time.
I was really lucky to spend some time in Tonga. A team of film makers and a very small crew went to help make three short films. Tongan stories the Tongan way. Loved it. 12 hour days in 30 degree heat then swimming, local food and beer. Couldn’t ask for a better gig.
I’ll put together a short video as soon as I can.
We traveled our usual migration this year, up the East Coast then on to Northland. Love it. Some images from Tuparoa.
Old St Mary’s church, and although my grandmother is buried here I have actualy never been inside. Nor had my father who was born and bred here. I guess an interesting fact is all religions (except Anglican) were banned here on the Coast. So I’m proud to say that we weren’t….
About 70 of us traveled to Tuparoa, the most I can remember at one time. It was amazing, especially for the moko and great grandchildren who have never been there.
The kāuta was too small to feed us all so we went in to the wharenui. Some would freak out about that. Yeah, nah.
Here is the trailer for my film
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