Milford Sound/Piopiotahi snakes to the open sea at dawn.
The expanse of ice lies like icing on a cake - swirly luminescent and creamy until it breaks with remarkable sharpness at the edge of a precipice, falling away into chasms, cliffs, and chalky waterfalls roaring with meltwater.
Morning light play on the mists of the Eglinton Valley has always been one of my favorite things about driving the Milford Road on a fine day. This time I decided to stop and take it all in with a camera-in-hand wander.
