Flax flowers are intoxicating …
I opened the front door on my way to the car, and there, not three metres away, was a tui systematically visiting each trumpet-like flower on the nearest bush. Since I had both cameras on my harness, I quietly lifted the long lens and caught this one. After each flower had been drained (and not before) he flew off down the valley and I resumed my journey to the city.
Almost gale force Northerly winds buffeted the car on my way in, with low cloud and some nasty rain rattling on my windows. I went up over Mt Victoria and round some of the back streets of Roseneath looking down onto Evans Bay and the airport.
Planes were rotating and climbing out of the airport almost before they were level with the terminal. The angle of climb looked phenomenal, though I am not totally certain that it is really all that different on a calm day.
Down lower on the slopes, I noticed a promontory whose residents must catch the full aural benefit of every departure to the North or arrival to the South. That sea wall at the top of the picture is the embankment adjacent to Cobham Drive at the Northern end of the runway.
Then it was back through the evening rush traffic and home.