Well, here I am again, near the waterfront.
Waitangi Park was my start point. The first thing I saw was a young man spraying a concrete wall with aerosol paint cans. This was not the mindless vandalism that I so despise, but rather some artistry om a wall set up for the purpose. With his permission, I took a few pics and he even asked me to take one for him on his smartphone. I still tend to dislike most forms of “street art”.
Behind me, there was an artificial wetland, and some very large boulders brought in to help clean up the Waitangi Stream which until the park was built had been in an underground culvert. To my sorrow, some idiot had to “tag the back of the boulder.
Nearby, is the National Museum, Te Papa. It is fashionable to disparage the architecture of the building . I have always quite liked it. It has all sorts of shapes and interesting viewpoints.
Moored nearby is the old steam-powered floating crane, the Hikinui. The old girl has come in for some adverse publicity recently when foolish young men have ignored exclusion signs climbed to the tip of its boom and jumped more than 40 metres into the harbour. Sadly, the second of the two known attempts ended badly when the diver hit the water on his back and failed to surface. His friends have created something of a shrine beside the vessel on the wharf.
That’s all today.