Explore More, PLZ
It's strange to explore as an adult. As a kid you don't give a second thought to jumping over a creek or climbing a wall. You were always far to excited to see the unseen to worry about how it would look or how muddy and ripped your clothes would get.
I was thinking all this while stumbling through some rock pools on the northern side of Waiheke a few weekends ago with my siblings. We'd done this before, a lot, but not for such a long time.
Too long. Once I'd gotten over the initial self consciousness (and serious, but expected, lack of coordination) it was rad.
You never realise how boring you've gotten until you scare yourself silly hanging off a tree halfway up a rock face. I'm SO LAME NOW. Which brings me to my point (I actually have one!) - we don't explore anymore, and we should, because there's heaps to explore and it's awesome.
I like scaring myself in the name exploration, apparently. I get slightly too ballsy and won't be surprised if one of these days I end up falling off said tree halfway up a rock face. But as long as I get the shot, or view or whatever else I'm after, I don't mind.
Until I break my leg.
I attempted a much safer form of exploration too - a few forgotten sprigs of rosemary sent me out on a foraging expedition. My search for rosemary failed miserably, but I did find some wild thyme. And by wild, I mean I ended up sneaking down someone's driveway and grabbing a cheeky handful I spied behind a rock.
The moral of the story; explore more, and be careful about how much thyme you nick, because someone will notice if it's too much.