Morning mist shots are proof that I woke earlier, yesterday.
Not too early, let’s not go overboard. When I opened the curtains, however, the bright river of mist demanded a camera. This is a nine-shot stitched panorama.
After a shower and breakfast I paid attention again to the ever-changing mist, It was playing games around Lower Hutt’s CBD, hiding and revealing various buildings.
Mary and I went to the city for brunch (whatever that is) with youngest daughter, Helen and son-in-law Vasely. Our chosen venue was on Oriental Bay where my old friend the Carter Fountain was at play, sparkling in the low sun. And if you look behind it to the left, you can see that river of mist is still pouring down the valley.
After we had enjoyed food and each other’s company, we went our separate ways, but not before I caught this row of houses, perhaps the last serious collection of old-time Oriental Bay architecture. I suppose the time will come when these houses get demolished and replaced by yet another series of high-rise high rent apartments.
Another day to find some images has arrived.