It has been known for there to be wind in Wellington.
Nowhere near as much as in the imagination of outsiders, but nevertheless, it can occasionally get windy here. Yesterday was such a day. Applying the principle of making lemonade when given lemons, I decided to make wind images. Mostly this was achieved by using very slow shutter speeds so that each picture shows things moving under the force of the wind.
It wasn’t really all that strong yesterday, though gusts up to 64 km/h were recorded. It was certainly sufficient to stir the vegetation. My first two shots were made without leaving home. The ponga, or silver fern (Cyathea dealbata) at the front door was waving its fronds about like a demented traffic officer. Similarly, the self-sown pohutukawa (Metrosideros excelsa) on the other side of the fence next to the road appeared to want to leave us. Happily, it is decided to stay.
In the public park at the bottom of our road, there are some decorative grasses that I have often thought might be interesting to photograph in motion. This is not the shot I imagined, but it certainly suggests to me that the idea is worth trying again.
I went down to the harbour, and despite the stiffness of the breeze, the water at Petone beach was flat calm. Perhaps it was being beaten flat, or perhaps it as in the lee of the buildings on the foreshore. On the other hand, looking across the water towards Eastbourne, there were white caps and some quite rough water. From Mahina Bay, I tried a slow exposure with the neutral density filter, and once more came up against that limit where the very long shutter opening produced lens flares. I have attempted to remove the most obvious of them, and hope you get the impression of the wind beating the water down, and driving the waves to the South.
That’s all for today. I have to go to the airport and do my best Bob Cratchit imitation as my elder daughter Catherine and her husband Mark fly in for Christmas. Of course, with five children, each with their own extended family, getting everyone in one place for Christmas is less likely than in days gone by. I am glad that three of them will be here this year, and we shall celebrate at the home of younger daughter Helen and her husband Vasely.
Two more sleeps.