Occasionally, I seek new viewpoints.
Yesterday I followed a string of back roads around Hataitai until I came to a spot overlooking Kilbirnie. It was an odd point of view looking into the back of houses that were familiar enough from hundreds of pauses waiting at the traffic lights below. It’s a feature of any hilly city, I suppose, that some dwellings will disappear into the shadows as the sun moves. Since most New Zealanders still hang washing outside to dry in the sunshine, these people will have to get their laundry done early.
From the same spot looking South, the Kilbirnie Recreation Ground below was occupied with games of cricket with varying degrees of formality. The game in the foreground is characterised by the traditional whites, whereas the other game is quite informal. In the distance, the open sea is a bright blue-green.
At home, in the late afternoon, I mounted a rarely used macro lens and attempted to capture the textures of that most splendid of all stone fruit, the magnificent Omega plum. Its season is all too brief and I make the most of it while it is here.
That’s all for today.