Variety is not necessarily a virtue.
It may just mean I am floundering around. Yesterday I wandered around a bit, and is often the case when inspiration fails, I go back to the inlet. I have been frustrated by my failure to catch kingfisher diving shots lately.
An explosive emergence from the depths, complete with crab and a shower of spray was some consolation though the image still has technical shortcomings.
At Plimmerton, I hoped to find the rare shore plover, but alas no such luck. I had to settle for this somnolent oystercatcher.
Back at the Hutt Estuary, there was little visible bird life of any kind, but the man in the cherry picker bucket installing a new cell phone tower was a point of interest.
All in all, it was a disappointing day and my last shot was from my bedroom window looking up the valley to the South wall of the Tararuas catching the last direct sunlight of the day.
Perhaps something different tomorrow for my 600th post?