A friend and I left home at 8am this morning.
By three pm after a couple of brief stops, we were in Tauranga 520 km away, and getting involved in the 63rd annual convention of the Photographic Society of New Zealand. So far so good, but I am exhausted after the end of the day and ready for bead and have done nothing with yesterday’s pictures. Here they come, ready or not, beginning at the Point Halswell Light.
A few steps around the corner, a small flock of Little Black shags were sheltering in the overhang of a tree hanging onto the shoreline. As far as I can tell, the Little Black is the only member of the shag family that hunts as a pack.
Near Seatoun, there was a somewhat ominous view to the South which did not promise much at all for today’s travel.
I’m tired. Bed time.