While in New Plymouth earlier this month, the Big T and I went to the Festival of Lights at Pukekura Park.
This is a free event, which runs annually from mid December until the end of January. It started in 1953, and in recent years attracts over 100,000 visitors.
Throughout the park, lights are attached to trees and bridges, set alongside paths or in gardens to create a colourful wonderland each night. A series of light sculptures — like the light couch above — pop up around the trail to surprise and delight.
I particularly loved ‘Mirror – Ballistic’ — disco balls suspended above the Poets’ Bridge, and these ‘Jellyfish’ hanging over the lake.
It had been raining for several days when we went to the festival, and although some of the paths were a bit muddy (and it was incredibly humid), visitors were undeterred — simply carrying raincoats and umbrellas, and putting their kids in gumboots rather than sandals.
I found this quote, and for me it sums up the spirit of the Festival of Lights.
Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space. It does not seek anything in return; it asks not whether you are friend or foe. It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.