Saturday’s glory was ending yesterday, even as I wrote.
Sunday started well enough, but around mid-day a nasty breeze came up, and it just got slowly worse from there. Before it turned completely ugly, I went to the harbour side o experiment with uses for the long exposure other than running water. There will be more of these, but I know I have not yet achieved what I hoped for.
Opposite the national museum, Te Papa, I tried to get a sense of the traffic passing the national storehouse of our cultural treasures.
From there I wandered the back roads of South Wellington and saw a view over the Cook Strait with the ferry Arahura heading towards Picton.
My last leg was nearer home. By now the weather was definitely deteriorating and the wind was bleak and bone-chilling. I got out my wide-angle lens which I do nowhere near often enough.
Time to move on, at least for today
* The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam by Edward FitzGerald