My muse was as dry as the weather.
Lunch in Wellington with a friend gave me the chance to wander the waterfront. I don’t know how I have been unaware of it thus far, but it seems that every week there is a “pop-up” village on the waterfront. This consists of a bunch of small shipping containers, each containing a complete shop of one sort or another. Many of them are outlets for cottage industries such as clothing or jewelry. Most seem to be ethnic food outlets.
Another thing I didn’t expect on the inner city waterfront was a Boeing 737. To be fair, it was the nose section only, from just behind the forward door, complete with cockpit and nosewheel. I would have sat in the cockpit, but I would have had to compete with too many other small kids. This is situated just outside the national Museum, Te Papa, and is part of a display celebrating Air New Zealand’s 75 years in operation.
Unhappy with the day’s output, I set up a macro shot at home with the seed head of a dandelion. It was the completeness of the thing that appealed.
Today has been a long day, so enough for now.