Why do I do these things to myself?
I have mentioned on several occasions that I suffer from acrophobia – the fear of heights. Ignoring this knowledge, I went up the hill above the Southern end of Wellington airport to the old military observation post. Young people, and those with a good sense of balance walk sure-footed around it and even leap across gaps to climb on the roof. I got up to the middle of the North facing wall, and could not persuade myself to go further.
I flattened myself against the wall and relied on the camera’s stabilization system to counteract my shakes as I shot the strange weather above the airport. The, as soon as I could muster the courage, I shuffled back the way I came, clinging desperately to every shred of vegetation beside the track until at las I was on broad flat ground again.
My subsequent images were all taken well away from steep drops. In this image there is a Jetstar A320 arriving from Auckland as an Air New Zealand Bombardier Q300 waits for the runway.
I strolled along the tracks, avoiding those with signs that said closed due to storm damage. I just know they would have taken me to steep drops and uncertain footing. I am still trying to see things that have something to say about the places I go. Yesterday’s quirky choice is the dried out fennel plants that mingle with the gorse and broom.
And that’s all I have to say for this edition.