February 17, 2015 … all day I face the barren waste*

The sun came back towards the end of yesterday.


the oasis becomes the desert

For sanity’s sake, I went out to make some pictures. The conditions tended to favour Pauatahanui, I thought. I was shocked when I got there, to find the pond nearest the Gray’s Road entrance was a parched expanse of cracked mud.


White-faced heron ponders the empty pool

A solitary white-faced heron was sitting disconsolately wondering where the water had gone.

Pied stilt

Our baby has grown up

I went round the track to the hide, and sat inside for a while, enjoying the cool breeze through the ports and wondering like heron, why these tidally refreshed ponds were so short of sea water. However, I think I saw a juvenile pied stilt, almost certainly one of those that was a fluffy ball of grey fluff in December.

I survived the day.

*”Cool Water” by Bob Nolan



About wysiwygpurple

Retirement suits me well. I spend much of my time out making pictures, or at home organizing and refining my pictures. This blog provides me with a platform from which I can indulge my passion for improving my photography and at the same time analyze my thoughts about what I have seen, where I have been and what is happening in my life. My images set out to be honest, but that does not mean I have not adjusted them. I use software to display what I saw though the viewfinder to best advantage. My preference is for landscape and nature, and is mostly centred around my hometown of Wellington, New Zealand.
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