Birds insects Maritime Miramar

February 28, 2014 … terns and cicada

My trip to Australia was an abject failure.

White-fronted tern
Lots of glare off the water

At least, it was a failure with respect to birds. In all other aspects, it was a delight and I had a great time. And even the failure to see the birds, except for the kookaburra and a tern, was the result of my own inertia. I just didn’t go looking.  Well it was time to fill the void yesterday so I went out to the Miramar Peninsula. For a while I thought I would be disappointed. However, at Point Gordon, a cluster of rocks between Mahanga Bay and Scorching Bay, there was a small flock of white-fronted terns.

“Make a hole”

Though there were many possible rocks to choose from, most were rejected and the flock settled on one apparently undistinguished cluster just offshore. It was crowded, and there were frequent comings and goings. I find it difficult to be ready for a departure. They just seem to leap into the air from a sleeping state. Even the arrivals seem to teleport into the vicinity pf the rock from another dimension, so in-flight tern shots involve a great deal of luck and a lot of exposures that miss.

Rising water level
You swine! You promised me a seaside holiday! I didn’t expect the room to be flooded!

Some birds unable to find a place on the chosen rock, settle on neighbouring outcrops and I was amused at the indignation of the second bird  in this image as a wave washed over their perilous refuge.

Stena Alegra passes in the background

It was a warm day with a moderate Northerly breeze, and a pleasant day to cross the Strait. In the background the heavy rumble of her four big diesel engines alerted me to the passage of the Stena Alegra inbound from Picton.

Chorus cicada
They sing best in still hot conditions

In the afternoon, Maggie and Cooper were coming to our house after school until their parents could pick them up, so I walked up the road to meet them. As I said, it was a warm day and the Cicadas were on full song.

And that’s all I have today.

Auckland Aviation Melbourne Wellington

February 27, 2014 … such sweet sorrow

Melbourne airport is very quiet at 4:30 am.

Jetstar Dreamline on the ramp
Very little was moving at this early hour. She was loading bags and freight for a 6am departure

Even with the aid of online check in to reduce the mandatory lead time, you still need to drop your bags an hour prior to departure, so there I was in a barely functioning airport. Few of the usual food amenities are open at that time. Even the outgoing customs desks had just two operators who seemed more interested in talking to each other than in the people they were processing. Time to install those “Smartgates”, Melbourne. Anyway, I was there to take the 6 am flight back to Auckland. Not just any flight, but the inaugural flight of Jetstar’s Boeing 787-8 Dreamliner which will be on the Melbourne to Auckland service for the next month. I went past the windowless departure lounge to find a place where I could see the apron, and there, in the pre-dawn darkness was VH-VKA, the very same aircraft whose engine change I had photographed a week earlier. She gleamed in the apron lights with a little added lustre from a waning crescent moon and a distant star.

Cockpit of the 787
We saw a shot of this same cockpit a week ago, in the hangar. This time it is live and active

My seat was in the front row of the business cabin, and as I put my carry-on bag in the large overhead lockers, I could see that the cockpit door was open and that there were a lot of four-ringed captains on the flight deck, including the airline’s chief pilot. I asked the one who was standing outside in the forward galley if I could take the shot of the preparations for departure. It’s an amazing cockpit, though the glare from outside lights reveals the need for a good soft cleaning cloth to wipe the fingerprints off the glass of the Head Up Display (HUD).

Somewhere East of Melbourne
Still dark at 6:05 am … summer is almost over

The front bulkhead row has nowhere to store carry on items, so for take-off until the seat-belt sign went off, my camera had to remain in the overhead locker, and I missed the best of the magnificent spread of Melbourne’s lights. I am not sure where we were when I could finally retrieve my camera, but I think it was somewhere over the Eastern suburbs of the city.

Main cabin
Light and spacious but a lot of seats as you would expect in the low-cost carrier model

The Dreamliner cabin is tall and open, even on a high-density low-cost carrier such as Jetstar. The big windows, with cabin pressure regulated to a mere 6,000 feet instead of the more usual 8,000 feet, and humidity set to 15% instead of the usual very dry 4% gives a much more comfortable experience. This shot was taken from the entrance to the rear galley looking forward over 314 economy seats and 21 business seats.

Water cannon welcome
Auckland extends a traditional welcome to the newcomer

Our arrival over Auckland was covered in cloud and I think I caught a glimpse of the surf at Piha as we crossed the coast. We flew over the city and came in from the East to touch down ahead of schedule. Since this was an inaugural flight, the traditional archway with water cannon from the crash tenders was provided. I struggled to get a shot that included the water without obscuring the tender.

Media pack
Despite all the cameras, I saw little in the media. I would envy them except that I was on the very aircraft they were photographing.

Of course it was a good public relations opportunity, since Air New Zealand’s first 787-9 delivery is still several months away. Local media were on the apron all kitted out with orange fluoro jackets. An Airbus A320 which normally serves this run sits behind them preparing for a trip to Sydney.

With the excitement of that  trip over, it was home to Wellington. I was in the domestic departure lounge about to board the plane to Wellington when I realised I had left my iPad on the 787.  I went back down to the check in counter, and explained my stupidity to the team leader of the Jetstar ground staff.  “We’ll get it for you,” she said, and sure enough, just as they were about to shut the door on the Wellington-bound A320, a member of ground staff came panting up the outside stairs of the air-bridge with my iPad. Excellent service, team. Thank you.

So now I am at home again, glad to be here, grateful to Catherine and Mark for their generosity and hospitality, and ready to resume normal service.

It’s a beautiful day.

Architecture Art creativity Industrial Melbourne

February 26, 2014 … goodbye Melbourne, I loved every minute.

Yesterday was my last day in Melbourne.

Bourke Street
People of all shapes, sizes and walks of life

It’s a city I like very much, though its weather is almost as unpredictable as Wellington’s. I was looking for a replacement rubber eyecup for one of my cameras and ended up having to take the tram out to Northcote again. Since I was meeting Catherine in the city for lunch, I came back to the CBD and wandered around a block bounded by Bourke, Elizabeth, Lonsdale and Russel Streets. People watching is fun, though I lack the aptitude, or indeed the cheek, to be a real street photographer. Not surprisingly in a city of 4.25 million the variety of people on the streets is enormous, ranging from extreme punk and goth, through homeless people and people who are dressed for the beach, to suited executives.

Cake shop
Ridiculous, but it made me laugh

There is little that you can’t buy somewhere in Melbourne, though sometimes it is necessary to go to the outer suburbs for some specialist items (like rubber eyecups for Canon Cameras). Food options seem quite extravagant to me, and though Wellington is well served for restaurants, Melbourne must be one of the great food cities of the world. I am not for a moment holding this image up as an example of great food, but it was eye-catching anyway.

Always cranes

Another recurring theme in this city is the omnipresence of high-rise building cranes. I can not remember visiting Melbourne without a skyline full of new construction. It is always growing.

Great food to be had here

There are areas of the city where various ethnic groups gather, and where regional foods can be had. Italian, Greek, Vietnamese, you name it, and there is an area where you can choose. And what big city doesn’t have a Chinatown?

Pan pipes
Not universally popular, but I liked it

Down on Bourke Street, a busker was playing his pan pipes. This man is something of a fixture in Melbourne, and is the butt of some criticism. One commentator wrote “unless you have goat legs and chase nymphs, no one needs to play pan pipes” . For my part, I thought his music was quite pleasant, but then I don’t have to hear it all day every day.

Three businessmen who brought their own lunch
These whimsical characters make me laugh

My last image from Melbourne CBD is the of the three statues on the Swanston Street Bourke Street corner. I have liked them each time  I visit, but in camera club circles, “found art” is rarely held in high regard unless you can add some artistic value in the way it has been photographed. I gave it my best shot.

I left Melbourne very early today,  with a check-in at 4:30 am, so my next post will be from Wellington.

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February 25, 2014 … coming to the end of the day

The day got off to a relatively slow start.

Luna Park, Melbourne
Ugly as it is, Luna Park enjoys iconic status and has been here since 1922

Other than yesterday’s blog, nothing of photographic relevance, other than the compilation of yesterday’s blog, was achieved in the morning. I had a very pleasant lunch with a very dear friend in St Kilda. She was delayed so I wandered around the village for a while and did a daytime reprise of the classic front entrance of Luna Park.

Southern Cross Station, Melbourne
It used to be just “Spencer Street Station” but they gave it a big facelift, a new roof, and some marketing. It is the hub of interstate and rural services as well as a busy commuter station

Easy and cheap access to trains was the main factor in the afternoon’s activities. Southern Cross Station’s extraordinary roofline continues to intrigue me, and this view from the Spencer Street entrance shows a row of trains ready to disperse across the state to places like Ballarat, Bendigo, Warnambool, Traralgon, or beyond.

Passing scenery
In this morning’s Age newspaper, people are complaining about the state of their carriages. The graffiti which covers the walls and is scratched on the glass windows is not the fault of the railway company. It is the work of a few brainless idiots who live in this otherwise beautiful city.

I wanted to be back in St Kilda in the early evening and after that long lunch, decided to confine myself to the metropolitan journeys. I chose to travel towards Frankston, and got as far as Moorabbin before I decided this was an unproductive trip. I jumped off and got the next train back to the city. I found it hard to get excited about views of Melbourne’s backyards, so did some experimenting with motion-capture.

Crowds in Federation Square, Melbourne
With each change of the crossing lights hundreds more people were pouring in.

Back in the city I passed by Federation Square where there was a large crowd of mainly young people watching the filming of the popular Korean TV show, “Running Man” (apparently similar to “the Amazing Race“) .

There were at least eight ships mainly tankers and bulk carriers waiting a berth. Container ships, car carriers and passenger ships seemed to have an easier passage.

After dinner in the evening, I noticed that the sun was nearing the horizon and the light was very interesting. The container ship, Cosco Santos threaded its way up the harbour bypassing other ships at anchor.


Out at the end of St Kilda Pier, I compiled a six shot stitched panorama of the city in the warm evening light. Note the bright orange kite of someone surfing at the beach.

End of the day
The sun sets behind the Brisbane Ranges (which, despite their name, are in the state of Victoria)

And then, there was the sunset. The nearest land on the right is at Williamstown. The map suggests to me that the distant hills could be the Brisbane Ranges National Park. I was careful not to look at the sun through the view finder. The stick like object to the left of the sun is some sort of navigational aid or channel marker related to the port. I contemplated removing it and decided against it.

Today is my last full day here, so I had better make the most of it.

Architecture Food Melbourne

February 24, 2014 … abundance in the lucky country

Sunday in Sunny Melbourne was very pleasant.

Melbourne Tram
During some morning spots, the trams are big and spacious. The nearer they get to the city, or in rush hours, they become claustrophobic nightmares

Of course, it was all the better for it being sunny after a series of cold days, though the temperature was not as high as it often gets in Victoria at this time of year. We had some visiting to do in the early afternoon, so while Catherine and Mark followed the path of virtue at their gym in the morning, I took a tram to the South Melbourne Market.  It was one of the newest generation of Melbourne trams, and though it seems faster and quieter than earlier models, it is still uncomfortable if it is overcrowded (and it was).

Meat in South Melbourne
No matter how much they sell, they seem to keep the trays full.

The markets fascinate me, just for the sheer volume of goods on display. Meat, fish, cheese, fruit,  are all laid out in enticing arrays, with the stall-holders shouting their offers and telling why theirs is better than the stuff next door. Families and grandmothers from all of South Melbourne’s infinite variety of ethnic groups explore, seeking the best bargains.

A land of plenty
At least in this part of the market, the structure is still open and you can easily compare the offerings of one vendor with the next.

To my eye, most things were cheaper than at home, even allowing for the currency difference, though there were exceptions. I suspect that most of the high-priced exceptions were due to protectionism by Australia which tends to protect its domestic agriculture from foreign competition using the pretext of biosecurity. That’s not to say that there aren’t some real biosecurity threats out there that should be protected against.

Calorific overload
These look to me to be genuine hand-made pies … spectacular

Pastry and baked goods were enticing, though I didn’t succumb. The general merchandise section of the market has changed since my last visit. They have installed permanent walls between the individual stalls and instantly, much of the liveliness and competitive spirit is extinguished.

The graffitists have tagged the warning sign, but left the work of a fellow “artist” unscathed.

Mindful of afternoon social commitments, I went back to the tram, where I saw this obviously commissioned mural at the tram stop. If nothing else, it inspires sufficient respect among the more feral graffitists that it is not significantly defaced. The tram towards St Kilda got as far as St Kilda Road when a broken overhead line brought the system to a complete halt.

Anglican church on Acland Street, St Kilda
Warm stone, much preferable to the threatening dark grey found elsewhere


There were helpless trams everywhere as I walked the twenty minutes or so back to Catherine and Mark’s home. However, the judicious selection of back streets took me past this suburban church, typical of Melbourne’s ecclesiastical architecture in its choice of warm stone as a building material.

Diamond Princess
Local fishermen are unmoved as this huge ship sails into the evening haze and south from Port Philip Bay

In the early evening, as we headed out for dinner, the cruise liner Diamond Princess was departing from Melbourne on its way to Adelaide. It was a lovely evening and the haze produced a lovely sunset. In keeping with good manners, I had left my camera in the car, so I missed it.

Thus endeth the day.

Architecture Festivals and fairs Landscapes Maritime Melbourne

February 23, 2014 … cargoes and sailcloth

We set out to go somewhere and ended up somewhere entirely different.

Inbound cargo
I wonder if this is a descendent of the fabled Quinquireme of Niniveh “With a cargo of ivory, and apes and peacocks, sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.”*

As far as I am concerned, this circumstance contains an echo of yesterday’s post. As I said then, “the journey is more important than the destination”, and since I could spend the day with my daughter and son-in-law, I was very happy. We drove down the Eastern shore of Port Philip Bay as far as Frankston and walked out on the pier. The weather was still grey and chilly, but improving. On the somewhat misty horizon there was something that I couldn’t quite make out. The long lens revealed it as a large container ship inbound to Melbourne, though the airborne salt haze had it shimmering like a mirage.

Boatsheds at Brighton
Apparently the bright colours are both traditional and mandatory

We turned and came back up the peninsula stopping for lunch at an isolated restaurant near Black Rock, and then resumed the journey as far as Brighton. There we stopped to allow me a walk on the beach and some shots of the very colourful boatsheds along the foreshore.

Fleet racing
A small fragment of the fleet. The grey kevlar reduces the likelihood of torn sails but I prefer the traditional sailcloth from a visual point of view

To the West, against a dark sky, yachts were racing. The dark kevlar sails seemed a perfect match for the weather, though I miss the seeming purity of traditional natural sailcloth.

Passing an anchored tanker
I imagine that the great bulk of the tanker must create some interesting local sailing conditions

Port Philip is a very big bay with ports at Geelong and Melbourne so there seems to be a constant stream of arrivals and departures and always several tankers or bulk carriers at anchor waiting for a berth in order to commence loading. As far as the yachts are concerned they ships just another landmark on a spectacular bay.

Somehow, Melbourne’s towers rising from a wide plain, put me in mind of the Emerald city. Arguably, it is in the land of Oz.

Looking North, I was impressed by the view of the city’s high-rise buildings. The Eureka tower is by far the tallest. There are always cranes in Melbourne, and I am not talking feathered ones.

Night lights at Luna Park
The grotesque gateways at Luna Park in Sydney or Melbourne perplex me. I have seen several children terrified to pass through. The roller coaster is reputedly the oldest continuously operating one in the world (since 1912)

In the evening, after a fish and chip dinner and watching a movie with the young people, I ventured out into the St Kilda night . Inexplicably the temperature had moderated and there were people everywhere enjoying the bars and restaurants around Acland Street. The lights of Melbourne’s Luna Park were my last shot of the day.

I wonder what today will bring.

*“Cargoes” a poem by John Masefield

Architecture Australia Birds Industrial Landscapes Melbourne

February 22, 2014 … the journey is more important than the destination

There was no definite plan when I set out yesterday.

trackside dwelling
The slightly anarchic result of living in a vast open landscape

A vague intention to go to the butterfly house at Melbourne zoo got pushed to one side when I passed through Southern Cross station and saw the regional trains sitting ready to go places. The one that was scheduled to go next was bound for Marshall, so I used my trusty Myki ticket and jumped on. Marshall was a disappointment. Two stops past Geelong, it seems from the station to offer no attraction to dismount. So I didn’t and stayed on the train for the return journey. I have some regret, in hindsight, because a few hundred metres back up the line there were extensive wetlands with lots of birds. I hadn’t seen them on the way in because I was looking from the other side of the train. Fortunately, I like train journeys, and a bit of post-processing helps to clear up the results of shooting through the window. Australian landscapes differ markedly from those in New Zealand. Even the trackside dwellings have a distinctly Australian character.

Disused factory buildings near Geelong
How many people sweated their working lives in these somewhat grim surroundings?

Geelong has extensive industrial areas, not all of which seem to be in current use. In the grey overcast that has been present for much of my stay here, these old buildings seem to be disused and very interesting.

open landscape
“with golden soil and wealth for toil …”

In the area of open country between Geelong and Werribee, the dryness of the land was easy to see despite the fact that it had rained heavily the previous day.

Southern Cross Station, Melbourne
It’s taken me a while to come round, but I am now quite impressed with the design of the station’s roof. The train sliding by reflects its curving beams.

Back in Southern Cross station, I decided to pursue my original intention so transferred to the local section of the station to await a train on the Upfield line. I played around with slow exposures of the moving trains and liked this shot with its contrast between the stationary safety marking on the platform and the aluminium and glass blur of the train. The stations distinctive serpentine roof structure is reflected in the windows.

Butterfly - Cairns birdwing
The very colourful Cairns birdwing (Ornithoptera euphorion) at rest

It was late in the afternoon when I arrived at the zoo, and the lady in the kiosk seemed anxious that I wouldn’t have time to see all the animals. She still took the full admission price from me, but I knew what I had come to see, so headed straight across the zoo to the butterfly house. Of course there were many varieties of butterfly in the enclosure, and quite a few children. Naturally little children want to reach out and touch. It may be that in an enclosure such as this, or even in the wild, butterflies are easily damaged, and a few of them seemed quite ragged.

Butterfly in flight
I didn’t get an identification, but was delighted to catch it in flight

Nevertheless some were undamaged, and I was very pleased to capture a few shots of the butterfly in flight.

For some reason, the name Galah was used by an older generation of Australians to mean a stupid person. These two were keen on making love, not war, and that doesn’t seem too stupid.

When the zoo closed, I walked out towards the nearest tram line, and in a tree outside the zoo, was delighted to see this amorous pair of Galah, the rosy cockatoo (Eolophus roseicapilla)  enjoying each other’s company.

That’s all for the day.



Melbourne Railway

February 21, 2014 … live steam in the forest

Today’s blog will cement my credentials as a bona fide “anorak”.

 tank engine from the Emerald Tourist Railway
They have eight of these sturdy workhorses

From Belgrave, in the East of Melbourne, there is a wonderful narrow gauge vintage steam ‘railway with runs through the Dandenong Ranges, and the Sherbrooke forest near the Cardinia Lake. 

The fireman at work
Hand firing a coal-fired boiler is not light work

It is largely staffed by volunteers, though I would be surprised to learn that the drivers and firemen fell into that category. It’s old-fashioned dirty work, and in the case of the firemen,quite heavy work too. 

Sherbrooke forest
The train typically travels at 40 km/h but the forest slides past quite quickly. Sadly, the foreign tourist’s hope of seeing wildlife were unrealised.

Much of the track runs through some quite dense forest, mainly eucalypts, I think. Though the train rarely moves very fast, the wonderful woodland seems to slip by, and like most tourists I hoped to glimpse wildlife. Alas, not much to be seen.

Fire patrol
These people were even colder than I was.

It is surprising, how many people live deep within the forest, and I am astonished that this is even contemplated in an area that is perpetually at risk of forest fire.  Of course, Puffing Billy is a factor in that risk, so a patrol follows each train at a distance, looking for signs of any embers emitted from the smokestacks.  The clothing in this image tells of an unseasonal cold snap in Victoria, and I can testify that in the open carriages, yesterday’s journey was less pleasant than previous visits. 

Lovely landscape
Drier and browner than Kiwi landscapes but very nice anyway

Near the Gembrook terminus the forest gives way to open rolling farmland, a mixture of cattle and crops and I saw a lot of potato plantings. The landscape is far less green than New Zealand, but beautiful nonetheless. 

I found  some lunch at Gembrook, though to my disappointment, the county pub I have enjoyed previously seems to have closed in circumstances that have local tongues wagging. 

A fine specimen

On the way back, we paused at Lakeside, waiting for a train coming the other way. To my great pleasure, a kookaburra (Dacelo novaeguineae) came and sat in a nearby tree. For a kingfisher, they are a very large bird. 

Belgrave to Lakeside train
Low angle

A whistle from the distance suggested the other train was getting close. I decided to try for a low angle which earned me a round of applause from a group of young people who thought it was hilarious to see me lying on the ground for the picture. 

Over the trestle
The homeward bound trip is always run with the engine running backwards since there is no turntable at Gembrook

Soon we were on our way and passing over one of the lovely trestle bridges on the way back to Belgrave.  Despite the very chilly weather, it was a great day.

That’s all for now. 



Birds Landscapes Maritime Melbourne

February 20, 2014 … unguided purposeless wandering

I am still in Melbourne, enjoying myself.

East Footscray station
The vista in all directions from here was equally harsh and (to my eyes) barren. Yet it is home to many. Not a place to which tourists come, I think.

It’s a city I like very much, but that may be because, like most tourists, I have stayed in its better areas. Yesterday I used my electronic “Myki” card to take trams and trains at random, and ended up in East Footscray. There will be people for whom Footscray is home, and I don’t mean to offend them, but it was a scary place. It reminded me of the way the movies portray the cities in “enemy” territory.

Melbourne "off-peak" tram
Melbourne has a large fleet of mostly modern trams, but for much of the day they are uncomfortably crowded and at times ridiculously so.

On a tram back to St Kilda, I reached the conclusion that those advocating trams or light rail for Wellington are in love with a concept that is nowhere near as pleasant  as their dream. This was early afternoon, long before rush hour.

St Kilda Pier
Once the venue for a royal visit and gathering place for high society, it is now much more mundane

I got back to the house just as the sky darkened and a thunderstorm began. Heavy rain followed. It persisted. Then it eased, so I put the storm jacket on the camera and went out to grab some shots. I wandered along the St Kilda waterfront. The old pier was once a gathering place for the city’s rich and famous. Now it seems to be a refuge for penguins and a haven for people fishing.

High rise buildings
The whole city is freshly washed by the storm just passed.

From there, now that the rain had stopped, there was a clean fresh view back to the city.

Tern, fishing
About the same size as a Caspian tern this has darker body colour and a yellow bill.

Oh, and there was a tern which I think to be the crested tern (Sterna bergii) on the basis of its large size, full dark cap and bright yellow bill.

That’s all for now.

Aviation Melbourne

February 19, 2014 … behind the scenes

Oh what a day!

The Dreamliner in the hangar
The new engine with the blue cover waits for the removal of the one behind it.

Melbourne turned on the weather. It was somewhere in the region of 30 deg C with clear skies. Beautiful. I got a few shots around the city that I was pleased with, but my day reached a pinnacle when I was able to join Jetstar’s Head of Engineering and visit their engineering base at Tullamarine. There was a Boeing 787-800 Dreamliner in the hangar receiving an engine upgrade. With such a subject, for me, all other photographic considerations went out the window.

The GEnx high-bypass turbofan
The front cowls are off, the rear ducting is open, the engine will soon be ready to be lowered

Arriving at the hangar, and going through the necessary security to get “air-side” was part of the adventure. Going through the little door into the vast brightly lit space, I finally came face to face with the Dreamliner. Wow!  She is breathtaking, and she is very much bigger than I had previously understood.  An engine change on a big aircraft like this typically takes about fifty hours, and it was already under way when we arrived. The fan cowls were already off and stored carefully to one side. The rear cowls were open so that the engine would be able to be lowered, in due course, from the pylon to the big trolley on which it is transported.

Working on the many disconnections
Magnificent engineering

The sheer scale of the engine blew me away. The big composite fan at the front of the engine is 2.8 metres in diameter. You get to see how big it is when you see an engineer up in the works, disconnecting things in preparation for the change.

The best seats in the house
With an office like this you would look forward to going to work.

I was lucky to be taken into the cockpit, and even got to sit in the front left hand seat. I have handled the controls of light aircraft, but this is a space craft. It has Head Up Displays and touch-pads to control the cursor that operates various systems on the multi-display flight screens. I doubt that I could find the start button.

I remember flying on these when they were actually in scheduled service

As we were leaving, I saw a reminder of just how far we have come. One of the heroes of aviation was sitting out on the tarmac. Isn’t she a beauty?

Normal service will probably resume tomorrow.