Pohutukawa root from a fallen tree at Beachlands, Auckland — set on a river stone from the South Island.
The thing about this piece is that turning it around, it never looks the same twice. Lean left, step right, move closer — and it becomes something else entirely. Reaching. Crossing. Opening. Turning away. Coming back.
The Walk was made as an encouragement. For the days when the inner journey feels hard and uncertain — when you can’t quite see the wood for the trees. Keep moving. Keep walking. What’s ahead will reveal itself, but only if you take the next step.
The smoothness helps. Run your hand along it and something settles.
