Nothing I have seen has given me an appreciation of the elements, air, water, wind, and fire in one place more than in the geothermal regions of the world. In this case New Zealand. The earth cannot be ignored. It is stark, sometimes colourful. Always powerful.
It lets you know of the fire burning deep within its surface heating all that lies near. The water reaches boiling point and has to find a way to the surface the pressure becomes so great. The conduit being small and the pressure high it sends the boiling water high into the air above.
As your awareness of the earth is at its height so is your awareness of the air around you. It is not country fresh nor city polluted. It is the ‘smell of hell’ as the ancients called the acrid stink of sulphur.
Suddenly a puff of wind blows the vapour honing in your awareness of the wind.
In response to weekly photo challenge