My middle son suggested that I should dress in yellow storm-proof clothing.
He always was a cheeky fellow. This arose from a conversation on Facebook in which someone made kind comments about my maritime images. Perhaps I get stuck in a rut from time to time. Sometimes it’s birds, sometimes it’s the sea. This all comes back to an interesting article I read, in which it was suggested that photographers should focus more on the enjoyment of making images and less on the grind of making money. Fortunately, I have rarely used photography in the latter mode. I make them because the act of making pictures is a deeply pleasurable process. If that results in images that I like enough to share, that is a bonus. So to today’s first shot taken as I was about to get in my car to drive to the shore. The sun was about to be obscured by a heavy band of cloud on the Western horizon, but there was sufficient light to illuminate the tank farm at Seaview.
At Petone beach, I paused to see if there might be a sea-level view of the same phenomenon, but the shaft of light had moved with the clouds and nothing useful was apparent. In to the city and I had a look at the wharf near the Bluebridge ferry terminal. The light was a bit flat, but if nothing else, it gave a different perspective on an otherwise familiar shoreline.
In Oriental Bay, as the daylight ebbed away, the Carter Fountain’s programmed illumination began to be visible. A young couple in need of some time together were sitting on the beach in what I regarded as chilly and less than comfortable circumstances. The red building is the old band rotunda and the restaurant in its newest form. It has had many owners over the years.
When darkness was at last upon me, the fountain was more spectacular and I was able to take several shots as it switched through a range of colours every thirty seconds or so,
Something new tomorrow.
*The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.