May 25, 2014 … wind and rain

It rained yesterday.

Taranaki St

Molly Malone’s Irish pub is on the opposite corner.This is one of the most exposed corners in Wellington for pedestrians. I have seen ropes rigged to help them avoid being blown over while waiting to cross

What’s more the rain came in at an unnatural angle, driven by winds gusting from the North at up to 135 km/h. In the afternoon, it eased a bit. The South coast was disappointing, in that the water was just beaten flat by the wind. In Evans Bay, vicious sheets of spray were whipping across the surface, but really, no photograph revealed itself to me. The light was getting dimmer by the minute, and as I was approaching the CBD, it occurred to me that the city itself might repay a visit. I began at the intersection of Taranaki Street with Manners St, Dixon Street and Courtenay Place.

Entertainment district

Wellington has a small number of such institutions. I presume it to be a club for “luxury gentlemen”

Despite it being just after four in the afternoon, many of the bars and restaurants were doing a brisk trade, and would almost certainly continue to do so for at least another twelve hours. I was a bit surprised to be accosted someone touting for one of the strip clubs on Courtenay Place. I would have thought that touting was illegal in Wellington. I was disturbed to be singled out as a potential customer for such a business. On the other hand, I suppose an unfashionably dressed older man wandering the city alone, with a camera, might well fit a stereotype. For the record, I declined the invitation.

Manners St

Pigeon Park and The Opera House

Back at the corner where I started, I looked along Manners St, across Pigeon park to the opera House. Behind it, the Majestic Centre maintains its standing as Wellington’s tallest building.

The Terrace

The Terrace looking North

From there the quickest way home was up Dixon St and McDonald’s Crescent onto The Terrace, heading for the motorway. I liked the light and the architectural textures on The Terrace.

Coming and Going

SH1 behind the Terrace

Crossing the bridge over the motorway, the gully which brings SH1 into town looked interesting. When I came to Wellington in 1966 to learn to become a programmer, that building just to the right of the nearest light pole was the tallest building on The Terrace. Old wooden houses were still plentiful, but there were a lot of building sites.  And now the sun is shining, and the wind is winding up again to “severe gale”.

Who knows what today will bring?




About wysiwygpurple

I am a family man, a passionate amateur photographer and a retired academic . What's the purpose of this blog? Well in the first instance it provides me with a platform from which to resume writing, an activity I greatly enjoy. What will the blog be about? Anything that takes my fancy but it is likely to arise from things I see and experience, in my family, in my travels, or anything else I feel like. Each daily post will contain one or more images made the previous day. Sometimes the image will illustrate the points made in the prose, and sometimes the prose will attempt to interpret the image. What kind of images will they be? Always safe for work and family. Usually they will be representational, and sometimes they will be impressionistic or experimental.
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