The notion of seeing continues to haunt me.
I am not talking about the mechanical or optical aspects of seeing. Rather I am talking about a way of understanding some fragment of the world in relation to its surroundings. How can I see things in a way that reveals their essence? How can I record what I see in a way that shares my own reaction to it with anyone who sees my picture? If I knew the answers to these questions I would probably make a fortune. I don, but that won’t stop me trying. The pohutukawa tree above, near Shelly Bay, is ordinary enough, and it is their season, after all. On the other hand, this particular tree seemed especially vivid and made its presence felt.
From pretty much the same spot, I turned around and spotted the Dawn Princess berthed at the cruise terminal on Aotea Quay. Her presence was imposing, though it is far from the biggest of such visitors this year. She sails under the flag of the P&O lines, and reminded me of one of her predecessors, the Canberra. The Canberra flew the blue ensign of the Royal Naval Reserve fleet and was pressed into service as a troop carrier in the Falklands conflict back in 1982. The gleaming white colour scheme of the P&O lines made her a very visible target at anchor in San Carlos Water, and she acquired the nickname “the Great White Whale”. Looking across Wellington Harbour at the Sea Princess which is almost double the gross tonnage of the Canberra I could see how that would look.
Around the corner at Point Halswell I was sill looking for something that stood out from its surroundings. A small shrub that had grown in the cracks of the sea wall spoke to me and I gave that a shot. It seemed to tell a story of struggle and defiance.
In Breaker Bay a set of derelict boatsheds were slowly losing the battle against the elements and indeed one of them had a wall blown out in a major storm in 2013. The rails on which the boats were launched over the pebble beach are twisted, deformed and in some cases missing entirely. And yet they stand, defiant like the tree.
In Tarakena Bay, on the South Coast, the black rocks snarled back at the sea to remind it that they have withstood every test so far. I decided to try the panorama function on the new camera so the last shot of the day is a panorama. The white blob on the horizon is the interisland ferry Straitsman, but you may not see that unless you click to enlarge.
I shall keep looking.