I think I said it was quieter at home.
Yesterday started not so quietly with sirens and Mary coming up the stairs to alert me to a huge plume of smoke down in the valley. One of the local pubs was on fire and I believe no fewer than eleven appliances turned out to quell the blaze. It was all over in an hour or two. I read that the Exchange hotel was purchased just a few months ago with a view to demolition.
Wandering the city in pursuit of images I began to realise just how fertile the photographic ground was in Brisbane. Nevertheless, Wellington provides landscapes, cloudscapes and seascapes, sometimes all in the one shot.
From Pt Halswell, I took the long view back to the city catching low afternoon light gleaming on the city centre.
From there it was around the peninsula to Palmer Head where the interisland ferry Kaitaki was just turning towards the harbour. Though she is a regular visitor with three return journeys a day, she can present a stirring sight with the sun gleaming on her white paint.
That’s all for now.