Round numbers are funny things.
Numerology is not my thing. Nevertheless, there are certain numbers that we celebrate more than others. We tend to treat birthdays with a zero at the end of them as especially significant. Yesterday, I enjoyed the company of several friends at dinner as we celebrated our thousandth day of taking a photo every day. Why 1,000 is qualitatively different from 999 or 1,001, I couldn’t explain, but nevertheless, we chose that particular number as a milestone worthy of a get-together.
Ironically, it was another difficult day, photographically speaking. In the late afternoon, the only shot I had that I liked, was a variant on the slow exposure of the train over Paremata bridge.
By the time we were due to meet for dinner at a restaurant in Pauatahanui, I had wedged myself into that corner of the day where the light was fading fast and if I didn’t press the shutter NOW, it would be too late.
So that’s what I have to offer … my last desperate roll of the dice for the day. This was just around the corner from the restaurant, looking across the Pauatahanui pods to the inlet and the last glow of the dying day.
It didn’t work out too badly, though it is not a “salon buster” either. And it was a very pleasant dinner with good company.