Unexpected sunshine caught me on the hop.
Washing the plumage in salt water …
I began at Hikoikoi and found little to interest me, other than a flock of red-billed gulls performing their ablutions at the water’s edge. Nothing to see here. Move on.
High in the hills above York Bay … the road is very narrow
I went up one of the many side roads into the Eastern Hills above York bay, and when I came to the end of the road, executed a fourteen-point turn and came down, pausing only to observe the strange mist among the overhanging trees. There was no sign of mist elsewhere, so I suspect someone had a fire going and the smoke was lingering in the bush.
Aftershocks … can you see the seismographic traces?
Still waters offer reflections so I thought to give Seaview Marina a try. Conditions were pretty good, but I thought I had better do something other than the same old row of boats. Though I was unaware of it at the time, there had been a modest (4.2) earthquake in Christchurch that morning, and somewhat thoughtlessly I named this image “Aftershocks” since the rippled reflections reminded me of seismographic traces.
Focal point
Still striving for the point of difference, something other than the documentary shot of the marina, I experimented with the zoom ring on my lens. Hmmmm … possibilities.
Something different tomorrow.
