I got my car back at the end of the day.
My first shot of the day once mobility was restored was of this white-faced heron sitting at the roadside on top of a grassy bank by the sea. Unusually for these normally skittish birds, it seemed unmoved by passing traffic, so a pause to get close was in order. Anthropomorphism is always dangerous, but I judged this bird to be depressed. Being in breeding plumage and alone might account for this.
In the evening, I went into the city to try for some “rosy evening” shots. The building I wanted was covered in scaffolding and plastic wrap. I surmise that the North facing stained glass window of Victoria University’s Hunter building still has water issues. Oh well, up to Kelburn by the cable car terminus. The spot I wanted to use was occupied by a young couple engaged in an intense but quiet debate of the deep and meaningful variety so I backed off. I came back half an hour later to find that peace had broken out with kissing and couple-selfies happening. I like to think that my discretion played a small part in this. When I set up my tripod, at last, I thought the soft pink light was worth the wait.
A little further around the walkway and looking back into the city gave a different view.
That’s all for now.