In company with our younger daughter Helen and son-in-law Vasely, Mary and I had a morning coffee at the Dowse Gallery in Lower Hutt.
The cafe (Reka cafe) is a pleasant and almost always busy place, with fresh food and good coffee. In fine weather, such as it was yesterday morning kids play outside in the open area, and it seems a place for families to gather. There is a concrete moulding in the square and I am never sure if it is intended as art or playground equipment. Yesterday, I intended to portray it as art.
From there we went together to the cemetery at Taita to pay our respects to Mary’s mother who died exactly a year previously. Cemeteries are rarely joyous places, but I have to say that I have been to few that are more peaceful than the one at Taita. It spreads over a very large area and has sections that accommodate various burial preferences. The mausoleum style just doesn’t seem to be part of the New Zealand psyche. I like its proximity to the bush on the Eastern hills of the valley.
In the afternoon, I wandered. I began in upper Tory Street where a building clad in heavy sheet steel caught my attention. I guess in the event of a serious earthquake this building will not release its contents onto the street outside, though the occupants may well get shaken up.
I took many more around the city, but my last shot of the day was from Owhiro bay looking across the Cook Strait to mighty Tapuae-o-Uenuku at 2885 metres (almost 9,500 feet) above sea level. The time is coming when seasonal snow will adorn the mountain in its distant blue-white winter coat, but for now there is plenty of rock still visible.
Something different tomorrow