Catching up at last, my camera club newsletter has gone.
Life resumes at a less hectic pace. Yesterday I raced out as the sky was darkening, and went to the Gracefield area. There I peered over the fence of the Owhiti urupa (cemetery). I am particularly intrigued by this cemetery, surrounded as it is by light industry.
What became of the people who lived here in earlier days? What was the Owhiti pa like? Did they fish in the Waiwhetu stream before it became the valley’s septic drain? Where are their descendants?
Fuel tanks make uneasy neighbours for the tupuna (ancestors) who would scarcely recognise what has become of their home. I am aware that for Maori, the urupa is an especially tapu or sacred place, so I was careful to stay outside. These images are offered with the utmost respect, in memory of those who came before.
Moving on into the Seaview area, I came to a scrap metal merchant that I have visited before. Since it was Saturday, the gates were locked, but there was an aperture in the fence that was just big enough to slide the lens through. The texture of the steel, and the rust colour continue to draw me back
There was also a pile of vehicles awaiting their turn for the crusher and they have a texture of their own.
Up to date now, no more excuses!