I had another trip to Greymouth last week, accompanying my wife. The weather was fantastic, two more of a succession of ten or so clear days. By West Coast standards we were almost experiencing a drought. I got up well before dawn to do some exploring, around Lake Brunner and the little village of Moana. I got some great shots, but I want to concentrate in this post on a scene that I came upon after I had packed up. I was driving down a hill with a valley in the distance, driving directly into the sun at a place called Te Kinga. Then I saw them: a stand of kahikatea (white pine) trees which the sun had just reached, thick with frost.