Yesterday’s journey began in Porirua.
After a pleasant lunch with a photographic friend, I headed up to the hills of Whitireia Park after first pausing to observe the early bloomers on the Pohutukawa trees.
I had hoped to see skylarks in the long grass on the hill, but the wind and rain were such that all I took were a few shots of the long grass itself.
By the time I got home, the weather had cleared. After dinner Mary observed that there was a noteworthy dark cloud front approaching from the South. Mindful of the relatively empty photographic cupboard, I excused myself and went up to the top of Normandale Rd. From there, I compiled a four-shot panorama of the weather coming our way.
Down at the oil terminal at Seaview, our old friend the Stena Polaris was offloading petroleum products and its lights against the darkness of the incoming storm offered a little drama.
Halfway down the hill, towards home I paused for one more shot before the weather became more intimate. As I was collapsing the tripod after this shot the first fat drops of rain began to fall.
That’s enough for now.
*with acknowledgement to Edward Bulwer-Lytton, the true father of purple prose