What’s a little rain between friends?
As I have said before, some might see my daily photography excursions as manifestations of obsessive compulsive disorder. No matter what the weather or where I am on the day, I have the need to make images. There is no need for pity over my apparent disorder. It gives me great pleasure to face up to the daily challenge and on most days to produce at least one image that I like. Yesterday I took it into my head to go somewhere new. I pored over Google Maps and settled on the Otaki Gorge. It was a damp grey day, one that might produce what a photographic friend calls “atmospherics”.
My hopes were more than met. Otaki Gorge is the product of the Otaki River coming out of the Tararuas. Though these are not mountains on a grand scale, the country is wild and rugged. I had never been up this road before and was almost instantly bewitched by its beauty, regardless of the weather. If nothing else the wetness reduced the number of people in the area, and allowed me to stop for hasty photographs on stretches of empty road.
I didn’t go right to the end because I had left my journey until late in the day. Every new corner unveiled new landscape possibilities and the low cloud wreathed around the tops just added to the pleasure of the journey.
A long tree-lined section of a designated area of “rural character” was a particular pleasure worthy of future attention. This is definitely a journey I shall do again, in various conditions, but I definitely shall not be deterred by rain (except perhaps in flood conditions when it would be downright dangerous).
That’s enough for this edition.