Amy Grubb Photography


Some describe New Zealand as having a parochial charm, like stepping back in time to the 50’s. It is a country where people can enjoy the great outdoors and, justifiably, a sense of national pride is taken in its spectacular scenery. Finding myself there for a few months, I was invited to go shooting with a local neighbour, an activity that is popular and, some would say, is the stereotypical symbol of the red-blooded New Zealand male. These are images from that experience, along with the killing and preparation of a sheep rustled from a neighbouring farm owing to a long-term dispute. Besides the unlawful acquisition of the sheep, it was killed and butchered professionally and all parts of the animal would have been consumed.
Amy Grubb Photography 2012 -
by Risc