With camera club administrivia behind me until the end of January, I set out to take pictures.
I normally aim for the end of the day, so I should not complain about the narrow window of opportunity. On the other hand I could have done without the wind. On the Esplanade at Petone, a little house caught my eye. Sited between a house on one side that has been extensively renovated and on the other by one that has been demolished and replaced by a huge concrete edifice, this little house is slowly decaying in the midst of gentrification. Even the two vans in the driveway seem to be quietly sinking into the earth. Since it is directly across the road from the beach the land value will be quite high. The house itself may be of sentimental value to someone but otherwise is unlikely to be worth much.
From there I went up through Moera and then across White’s Line and onto Cambridge Terrace and along to Waterloo Station. I decided to see if any trains were due but even before I could see the signboards, a train came in from each direction.
I have formed a theory which is backed up by nothing more than recurring observation that Pohutukawas near electric railway systems bloom earlier and longer than their relatives in more natural locations. I mentioned that there was a wind and the blossoms were thrashing about, but they were in full mature bloom very early in December.
I feel the need for some bird images coming over me.