More of the same.
Perhaps it’s true that there is some crude form of life before mid-morning coffee. Anyway, there was an interesting crimson dawn at some early hour of which I previously had little knowledge.
Again, much of yesterday was spent editing and formatting the camera club newsletter. When I finally emerged from my office, there was some pale remnant of afternoon light left, and the sky was taking on a rosy hue. The previous day, I sought altitude. Yesterday I went to the other extreme and got down low at the water’s edge. Did you know that the water really can have an edge?
In Lowry Bay, the sun was taking refuge behind the slopes of Mt Kaukau, and shedding its last light on the top of Matiu/Somes Island. What should I make of red skies in both morning and afternoon? Is this delight or warning? Photographically, either are delightful.
I had really packed up to go home, but the last light washing over the chemical tanker, Chembulk Sydney seemed worth stopping for.
Live long and prosper**.
* “Star Trekkin'” written by John O’Connor, Grahame Lister and Rory Kehoe
** Star Trek