I may have said it before.
My night shots are often a consequence of procrastination in the day. Then the day is gone, and I am up against the wall. Camera Club nights often seem to have this result. So it was yesterday. After a very good guest speaker session we concluded at around 9:30 pm. With no useful images caught, desperation kicked in. However, it was a clear night with almost no wind. I decided the Marina had been worked to death so I went into the city, with the idea that the waterfront near Frank Kitts Park might present some opportunities. Sure enough, the stock exchange ticker display was reflecting stop, caution, go messages to a non-existent audience on the almost calm waters of the lagoon.
Reluctant as I am to repeat shots that others (and I) have done a million times before, I found the Tanya Ashken fountain irresistible under floodlights. Despite my frequently expressed enthusiasm for the fountain, I think it hates me. Each time I set up to photograph it, the darned things shuts down.
Well, it was a still night, so even without running water, the sculpture itself presented a nice reflection of its bird-like curves.
A walk around the lagoon presented a different view, and I was surprised at just what small light-sources yielded amazing reflections. I also discovered that a lot of young folks seem to make use of of the various crevices and niches around the lagoon, either for a moment of almost-privacy with a significant other, or to consume recreation pharmaceuticals out of the public eye. A prowling photographer may not have been what they wanted.
Over the city-to-sea bridge, I came to civic square where Neil Dawson’s sculpture “Ferns” is suspended in space. I envisaged the Majestic Tower behind it as a suitable launch vehicle to put the 200 kg 3.4 metre sphere into orbit. Green “grass” and the pavillion in the foreground are part of the city’s response to the ICC Cricket World Cup.
It often frustrates me that I can’t stop to capture the wonderful views as I drive along the motorway over the rail yards and ferry terminal. Last night the moon bathed the harbour in gold and the earliest place from which I could get a good view clear of the railway wiring system was at Horokiwi. I parked near the quarry and walked back to the corner that gave a view over Petone.
Enough for the day, and better than my procrastination deserved.