Yesterday was a quiet day.
In the morning Mary had some shopping and I decided to wait outside. Some shops just don’t work for me. On the other hand the bright fabrics on the stand at the door caught my eye.
While we were out, I learned that one of the growers from the Wairarapa had sent a truckload of fresh berries over the hill and was selling them at the roadside in Silverstream. Will the day ever come when we can evoke not only the colour, but the feel and smell of such things in a photograph?
After lunch I wandered in the Miramar area. There is a nice view from the top of Mt Crawford, towards the harbour entrance, so that was captured with no great distinction.
Behind me was the dismal institution, Mt Crawford Prison. This was a low to medium security prison which is now closed, and perhaps will be demolished one day. For the present, it sits atop one of the best viewpoints in Wellington, surrounded by its shield of gloomy pines.
That’s all for now.