Today will be an attempt to catch up, so there will be two editions in quick succession.
The images will probably be fairly desperate affairs, resulting from the need to snatch photographs either in transit or in the few gaps between family events. On Sunday the dispersal started, after the main gathering on Saturday. Catherine and Mark needed to be back in Australia for work the following day, so we went to to the airport to see them off. One of my least favourite features of airports is the often meaningless maze of webbing designed to bring order to queues at check-in counters or border control areas. When there are many people, he long tedious shuffle along each lane and around each corner is a special form of purgatory. They are especially infuriating when the volumes are light. People who are already tense and perhaps struggling with bags and/or children don’t need to navigate a maze at such a time. Anyway, sad though it was to see the dispersal commencing, I have to rejoice in the fact that they were here, an I loved every minute of it.
At the end of the day, the first day since the end of daylight saving time, I must have been getting in the way at home because Mary asked if I had taken my photo for the day (… and her value is beyond rubies or pearls (Prov 31:10)). I had regarded the earlier airport shots as “family snapshots”, even though I have attempted to press one into service today. At the mouth of the Hutt River the last light of the prematurely ending day was painting the tops of the Eastern hills, and the lowering grey overcast elsewhere provided little of value.
So that’s all for Sunday.