Restored to normality after an attack of some mystery ailment yesterday, I can resume the blog on schedule today.
Normality is often dull. Yesterday seemed as if it would carry dull to an extreme, and the most exciting image of the day was, for a long time, a new fern frond. I should add that this was taken on returning home after a prolonged expedition looking for more exciting subject matter.
After dinner, I was sitting quietly when our younger daughter Helen and her husband Vasely turned up for a passing visit. It’s always a joy be with any of our children, but just two of them are in the Wellington region, and it’s a long journey to Melbourne, Brisbane or even Queenstown. Anyway we had a good chat and as they were leaving, I realised that the light on the hills was spectacular.
I said hasty goodbyes, grabbed my camera and ran, but the light was already off the Eastern hills. Looking behind me, I saw that the sky was still alight in the west, so I raced up to the water tower at the top of Maungaraki. I wasn’t alone. About a dozen people were out on the street photographing a truly magnificent evening, including my old friend Johanna who I hadn’t seen in almost 15 years. What a delight to catch up.
Despite the alleged prophetic qualities of the red sky, the forecast for today and tomorrow is rubbish which may bring me back to where I started … normality.