February 4, 2015 … wild winds and dry grass

The rain stopped but the wind blew.

Makara surf

It was hard to keep the lens clean with the salt spray blowing straight at me. The island peering around the corner is Mana and I was sitting there just a few days ago.

Oh how it blew. The sun was shining to I took myself to Makara where I had trouble opening the car door against the force of the wind. The waves were coming in and sucking hungrily at the rocky beach, making a fearsome growl  as they retreated before the next one.


Oystercatcher on a mission to see off competitors

The oystercatchers on the beach were unperturbed by the crashing water a metre or so behind them, and carried on their territorial squabbles.


Pukeko and chick

I took the road to the North through the Takarau Gorge and spotted a small black fluffy bundle. A Pukeko chick. I was as stealthy as I knew how, but mother is a very wary bird and she spotted me and they were on the other side of the stream before I could get closer.

Dry hills

Dry hills in the Ohariu Valley … and yes, the picture is properly horizontal

Carrying on towards Johnsonville, it is hard to avoid seeing just how little rain there has been, despite the downpour the previous day. It’s hard to believe that the suburbs of Khandallah and Johnsonville lie just over that ridge.


The mast to the right of the hill is Mt Kaukau behind Khandallah

Despite the desperate dryness, the valley was looking very attractive.

And the wind continues to howl.


About wysiwygpurple

I am a family man, a passionate amateur photographer and a retired academic . What's the purpose of this blog? Well in the first instance it provides me with a platform from which to resume writing, an activity I greatly enjoy. What will the blog be about? Anything that takes my fancy but it is likely to arise from things I see and experience, in my family, in my travels, or anything else I feel like. Each daily post will contain one or more images made the previous day. Sometimes the image will illustrate the points made in the prose, and sometimes the prose will attempt to interpret the image. What kind of images will they be? Always safe for work and family. Usually they will be representational, and sometimes they will be impressionistic or experimental.
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