My heart was just not in it yesterday.
In fact, pieces of it were still back on the floor with my shattered camera and lens. But I have not yet missed a day of this blog, and whether it is commitment, or simply incipient OCD, I was not about to start now.
My other camera, a Canon 5DII is a very fine, if somewhat battle-weary camera, and my longest surviving lens (a 24-105mm zoom) is a superb piece of optical engineering so I should quit my whining and get back to it. Steady rain and drifting wind made me wonder what the river was doing up at the weir. There had been some really heavy rain overnight so I wondered if the river would present a different face.
Though the levels were visibly higher, the change was marginal, but I was there and since I was in a heavy mood I was disinclined to look elsewhere. It was here or nothing.
The underlying rock at the gorge is colourful and interesting though for the most part it is well hidden under the river shingle that forms the floor of most of the Hutt Valley. Seams exposed here are, as best as I can find out, Triassic Argillite and Greywacke, but I am no geologist, so take that with a large dose of caution.
An approaching train made itself heard above the throbbing rush of the tumbling water so I lined up on the Silverstream bridge in time to catch this shot.
And that’s all for now.