Rain is hammering on my window.
The forecast for the week ahead is for more of the same. Strong winds, heavy rain. I wonder what Winter will be like. Happily, yesterday was much nicer. There was a stiff Northerly, but bright sunshine makes up for many other shortcomings. In the morning, Mary had persuaded me into a longish walk, so by the time I came to photography, the sun was low in the sky. I went into the city and out through Karori over the hill into the Ohariu Valley. The turbines of the West Wind generation area were spinning briskly on the skyline.
Makara is always an interesting place to visit, situated as it is at the mouth of the stream in a narrow valley arriving at a small North-facing bay on the West Coast. Glittering waves were tumbling directly onto the very steep beach.
There is a walkway around the coast that passes through a narrow gap a little way off, and just as I focused on the gap, two people appeared in it. A very positive photo-bombing.
As I usually do, I chose to return via the Takarau Gorge and Johnsonville. I love the stream that twists its way through the gorge, but it requires a lot of walking to get to the best spots since there are very few safe places to park a car. I think I missed the best light and the valley was now essentially in shadow. However a group of shags were nicely silhouetted in a pine tree.
Nearer to Johnsonville, there is a nice view of the hills at the back of Khandallah and though I usually hate power wires in a landscape, the high voltage DC lines from the Cook Strait Cable to the rectification system at Haywards Hill seem symbolic of the valley.
Out into the rain now.