Soft grey weather began the day.
Looking from my bedroom window across the neighbour’s house and down the valley towards Petone I saw a random drapery of low cloud. From there the weather went downhill.
There seemed to be little wind so I went to the South Coast intending to do slow exposures on flat water. Nobody told the Cook Strait that it was supposed to be calm so it was its boisterous self with a sharp Southerly coming off the sea.
At Houghton Bay the waves were painting their white foamy signature on the black sand of the beach.
In Lyall Bay, the wind was sufficient to give this kite-surfer some real altitude and he is well above the level of the airport runway as he flies beside its fence.
Back round in the harbour at the Eastern end of Oriental Bay, the heavy blanket of cloud over Te Ahumairangi Hill gave the city a sulky look which I liked.
And that’s all I have to say today.