It was a rotten day photographically speaking. I know that I live in a beautiful city, and that there are many great photographs to be had. Yesterday I drove around a fair bit of it, and saw nothing. Of course I didn’t actually hit anything, so my eyes were open, but it was a day of seeing without really seeing. Those days happen far to often, and I resent them when they do.
In Shelly Bay, looking across Evans’ Bay towards the city I thought there was something in the cloudscape. There might have been, but I didn’t think I caught it. Part of my problem was I tried to get too clever, and applied my neutral density filter in the hope of getting that silky surface on an otherwise uninteresting and choppy sea. I should have remembered that any time I point that thing in the direction of the sun it produces flares for Africa. I achieved so few images yesterday that I had to attempt to retrieve the least affected of them.
In the evening, on the way home from a committee meeting, knowing the desperately poor state of the day’s bag, I added one more shot on Waterloo Rd, Lower Hutt.
And that’s all I have to say about that.