December 7, 2014 … at the foot of the mighty mountain

New Plymouth has much to recommend it.

Bridge

Te Rewa Rewa bridge, Fitzroy, New Plymouth

 

Allegedly, there is a mountain nearby, though there was no sign of it for most of yesterday. However, the city seems very well equipped with recreation spaces for its citizens and visitors. A jewel in that crown is the splendid 11km coastal walkway which runs from the port in the West, to Bell Block in the East. Where it passes through the Lake Rotomanu reserve at Fitzroy, is the four-year old Te Rewa Rewa pedestrian bridge. My words can’t do justice to this so here is a link to the Wikipedia description. It is probably the most photographed bridge in the country.

Mynah

Common mynah flitting among the flax

 

Mary was visiting her Aunt, so I wandered along the walkway, and was intrigued by the number of common mynah (Acridotheres tristis) in the flax. When I was young, it was rare to see a mynah South of Hamilton.

Scooters

A herd of scooters rumbling along the walkway, engulfing all who stood in its way

 

A new noise came to my ears, louder even than the nearby waves on thee beach. An underlying rumble overlaid with the babble of a thousand starlings was soon traced to a herd of crash helmets in the distance. Someone had organised a scooter event for the kids and hundreds of them turned out. It was quite impressive.

bushwalk

High on the Western flanks of Taranaki, the Pukeiti Gardens and their bushwalks are a delight

 

In the afternoon, Mary and I went up the mountain (still unseen) to the Pukeiti Rhododendron Trust’s splendid gardens. Most of the rhododendrons had flowered and dropped their blooms, but the extensive network of bushwalks was a joy in itself.

Waxeye

Warbling waxeye proclaiming its dominion over all its surroundings

 

Late in the day, while Mary was again with her aunt, I went back to the Lake Rotomanu reserve. As I parked I heard a small bird warbling its heart out. It was against the sun so I couldn’t identify it with any certainty but thought it to be a grey warbler. When I got the image onto the computer and applied the appropriate corrections, I was astonished to discover it was a waxeye. I had never thought of them as songbirds.

Taranaki

Shyly, the mountain unveils

 

I went back to the bridge which is, by design aligned so that the alleged mountain can be seen framed by its ribs. And there it was.

More tomorrow.

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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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2 Responses to December 7, 2014 … at the foot of the mighty mountain

  1. John Titchener says:

    You know how to forecast the weather in Taranaki, don’t you?
    If you can see the mountain, it’s going to rain.
    If you CAN’T see the mountain –
    it IS raining.

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