Despite the theoretical freedom bestowed by retirement, civilisation (living and interacting with others) imposes a lot of constraints.
Don’t get me wrong, I do not seek to break those links. As a retiree, I can get up later than I did when I was working, though the contractors working on my neighbours’ landscaping arrive way too early and start up their noisy digger. There are very few meetings that I really must attend, though I make an exception for lunches.
I no longer have teaching to prepare for, so where does the time go, and why is so little of the day free? I don’t know, but somehow the spaces in which my kind of photography is practical are quite small. I spend about an hour a day on this blog, but that is a pleasurable activity except when I am running late and it becomes an obligation. There may be an element of obsessive-compulsive behaviour in there somewhere. Mary is still working, so simple justice requires that I do some domestic chores, though she still does more than her fair share.
When yesterday’s opportunity came, it was late in the afternoon and the random destination generator in my head said “go up the valley”. I didn’t go far and I made some errors in my choice of equipment, but my first stop was at Avalon. Most New Zealanders will recognise Avalon as the former home of Television New Zealand, back in its glory days of telethons, and “Gardening with Eoin Scarrow”. It has recently been sold and is now a suite of independent production facilities. The building is still an imposing structure, situated as it is amid a quiet suburb of predominantly sing story dwellings.
From there I went across Harcourt Werry Drive to the Hutt River where I encountered this couple enjoying the sun in a spot sheltered from the wind in the stony banks of the river.
A little downstream I came to one of those places where the shingle builds up and for reasons I don’t pretend to understand the river stops in its tracks and shifts sideways before resuming its journey to the sea. Downstream from there, families were swimming in the river and fun was being had.
Harcourt Werry Drive took me back to Lower Hutt and I found myself at the Northern end of the city’s original shopping precinct. We knew it as VIC corner when we first arrived here in 1980, and I have no idea of the origin of that name. This view looks South towards the main retail area of Lower Hutt. The foreshortening effect of the long lens makes the traffic look worse than it really was.
Must get on with my housework.