It’s one of those weekends.
As the newsletter editor for my camera club, one weekend a month tends to be hectic. In addition, I took a turn at the desk in the club’s annual exhibition (with five of my images on the wall, it seems only fair). As a result, I had a very short space of time in which to grab my daily dose of images.
Damp swirling clouds and occasional drizzle made life “interesting”. The city was appearing and disappearing as the clouds moved about.
On Petone beach, everything nearby had a crisp clarity that seems to occur in conditions like these.
People were fishing at the far end of the wharf, and I just had to stroll along it. I tried some shots with the camera at ground level, but the resulting images could have been any wharf anywhere. Reject.
On my way back, I was a little hypnotized by the sullen surge and dump motion of the little wavelets arriving on the beach. A few dog owners were out being exercised by their dogs, but apart from that and the building rush hour traffic along the Esplanade, all was quiet.
That’s my report for yesterday.