It was a random sort of day.
I started taking pictures at the top end of Aro Valley. This is an area that has a demographic and a characteristic unlike any other in Wellington. I can’t define it, but the outsider just gets the impression it is qualitatively different. I am thinking about the character of Greenwich Village or Haight-Ashbury, though the architecture and topology are wildly different from either place.
The further down the valley I went, the stronger I felt that “I wasn’t in Kansas any more, Toto”*. This manifests itself in the form of quirky architectural forms or outlandish colour choices.
My wandering took me through Evans Bay where the tanker Iver Express was discharging aviation fuel for the storage tanks at the airport. She is a squat looking vessel and added attention is drawn by the bright red scheme.
My last shot, to fill the quota for the day, was made when I came in from a camera club meeting. There in the light over the door was Huhu beetle (Prionoplus reticularis) . It’s a while since I saw one, and I had forgotten how intimidating they can be. The body is 5 or 6cm in length and when all the parts are in airborne motion it sounds like a Boeing CH47 Chinook helicopter. It tends to whirr and crash into things.
That’s all for today.