Dad had 'dropped' a cow. My brothers had spent the previous two days fishing. Dad spent the evening scaling, gutting and cleaning the fish. In the early hours of the morning he gathered mussels and oysters. On the day of the Tangi we were up at 5.30am to dig the grave.
Meanwhile the women of the marae are up at 6.00am cutting onions, cooking steak, making salads, kneading fried bread, boiling kumara, prepping meat, mashing potatoes, buttering bread... All day and all night there was a frenzy of activity as the Marae catered to the hundred odd people who attended tangi.
It is such a beautiful thing for me to be immersed by my own whanau uniting and standing strong on a sad occasion.
Just a few quick shots I took. There are lots of photos to look at still. I shot some film so I'm excited to see how they turn out too.
|cousins on the wharf|
|lone cloud over my awa|
|little boy smiling|
|beautiful old kuia|