Whoops! I’m a day late again.
On Monday, the weather was strange. There was little wind, the sky was a blue and there was a big yellow thing up in the sky. Some tribal memory suggests that this might be the situation that our ancestors used to call “summer”. I don’t expect it to last long so I went to the harbour. From Oriental Bay, the view back towards the city past the Carter Fountain was delightful. I felt sorry for all those who had to work and couldn’t be out there to enjoy it.
At Aotea Quay, one of the ugliest but most effective vessels afloat was moored. The Trans Future 7 (60, 401 Gross Tonnes) can deliver 6,000 cars per voyage. I imagine she dropped a few hundred off in Wellington before sailing to Nelson for the next delivery. The red boot-topping suggests she is still heavily laden, or else carrying a lot of salt water ballast.
In Lyall Bay, I was impressed as always by the unquenchable optimism of the surfers who go out and wait for the perfect wave. Time after time, they let most waves pass, and then they see one that has the right shape and they wobble into the upright position before getting dumped into the churning water. It takes a lot of time for little success. Perhaps, like photography, success is in the process rather than the outcome.
Another practitioner of endless patience was the man throwing a big stick for a lightly built dog. Time after time, she crashed through the waves, swam o the stick and swam back with it for it to be thrown again. To misquote from Forrest Gump, “That dog’s a swimming fool“.
I’m getting to th stage where you can tell me whether I am getting there with the new camera.
*Blue blue day by D Gibson (sung by Roy Orbison)