Yesterday was a mess.
Amongst other things, a good friend alerted me to the fact that Te Papa has some rules about what can and can not be photographed, and what you can do with the images thereafter. Now I have nothing but goodwill to Te Papa, though I still prefer a more traditional and less theme-park style of museum. In that spirit, I decided that the images from Tuesday of the Britten Motorcycle and the Culbert/Hotere artwork were in breach of their IP rights so I had to scramble back and remove them. Sorry.
Domestic obligations came next and before I knew it the day was over and there were no photos from yesterday in the can. Rats. Weather happened. A Southerly front came up the harbour, and there was some brief heavy rain and a few distant rumbles of thunder. I snatched a shot from an upstairs window. As you can see, we used to have a magnificent view of the harbour entrance until our otherwise friendly neighbours built their house. Dinner was done so I went out again, to see what I could find.
The front, though dramatic, passed quickly so there was not much left to see.
Perhaps Jackson Street in Petone might have something worth seeing. Jackson Street has become the main restaurant precinct in the Hutt Valley. There are individual restaurants elsewhere, but Jackson Street has dozens of eateries which vary wildly in style and quality. In general, you pay your money and you make your choice. Despite the weather It was reasonably busy, as measured by the vehicles parked near the restaurants. The retail shops had closed and the bulk of the traffic had died down.
The light was interesting, so I tried a shot in each direction.
That’s all for now.
*Johnny Nash, 1972, I can see clearly now