True to my word, I stayed away from the inlet yesterday.
Instead, the rural landscape of Whiteman’s Valley called to me. Heavy cloud in the East and a setting sun behind me offered some possibilities. My first shot is a farm driveway at the Mangaroa end of the valley. It became something of a trick to line up he view I wanted while ensuring that no shadow of me or my camera appeared in the foreground.
An old shed which I have used before was still intriguing, so I knocked somewhat tentatively at the farmhouse door. The lady of the house gave her consent for me to wander about, but was worried that her husband might come back and wonder “who the hell you are”. She went off to intercept her husband and he indicated by long distance sign language that it was OK.
The old shed is in a sad state of disrepair, but will probably continue to serve the needs of the owners for the rest of their days. It seems to serve as a shelter and storage place for various items that may one day be useful.
That’s it for the day, and still no birds tomorrow either.
* acknowledgment to Monty python’s Flying Circus