The city is going quiet.
Many institutions closed for the summer break yesterday. For many this is a financial issue, because it forces people to use up some of their outstanding leave balance thereby relieving the accounts of a significant liability. For others, it is simply a great opportunity to get a few extra days in the messy period before Christmas. I lunched with a good friend at Leuven, a very fine establishment specialising in Belgian beer and mussels. I am convince there are no better mussels anywhere. As always I arrived early, and took some shots of city art and architecture.
Wellington seems to have a policy that trades off certain obligations in return for a significant piece of public art. I am not sure if this is one such piece, but the wind-kinetic sculpture entitled “Protoplasm” by Phil Price is an eye-catching piece.
I took the long way home again with a view to finding out how to contact the land owner on which a an old woolshed sits near the Judgeford golf course. I have often thought that there was a useful picture to be had if I could catch it at dawn (unlikely) or dusk. I finally found a phone number only to learn that it was to be demolished today as a workplace hazard. So I never go the shot I envisaged, and have to settle for the one made yesterday, in the rain.