On Wellington’s South coast, there is something different to see every time I visit.
Often, it is not what I went looking for. Sometimes it seems to sulk, and hide its treasures. Or perhaps it’s my own seeing that is at fault. At Tarakena Bay at the Wellington Heads, I was lamenting the absence of anything to see yesterday, I was standing beside some fractured rock.
I mentioned yesterday that I like abstractions. The patterns in the rock suddenly became visible to me, though they had been there all along.
Spending time on that coast reveals things about the structure of the earth. Just look at the fracture patterns here.
On my way from there to Island Bay, I saw a rainbow in my rear-view mirror. I carried on driving until the base lined up with the lights at Pencarrow which can now be described as lights at the other end of the spectrum.
Wandering around the beach at Island Bay, I tripped on a rusty shackle. I tried to pick it up, but it was very firmly anchored far below the surface of the beach. It looks as if it has not been used for a long time.
That will suffice for the day.