That drive and hope thing is still happening.
As much as I tell myself that intentionality is the key to photographic progress, I continue to depend on serendipitous encounters for most of my images. On my way back from Eastbourne, yesterday, I spotted the ferry Aratere doing a slow anti-clockwise circuit around Matiu/Somes Island, heading towards the Petone foreshore. She’s not a conventionally handsome vessel, especially after all the surgery to lengthen her, but I don’t buy into all the political scaremongering that suggest she is a maritime lemon. She is now the longest of the Interisland Line’s fleet and I believe the one that moves the most tonnage.
In the upper valley, at the top of Pinehaven, I found a view out towards Upper Hutt and beyond.
Down below the hill on which I stood, is the Rimutaka prison. It’s a medium security prison, and I like it about New Zealand that there are no watchtowers with armed guards. There is razor wire, and lots of video surveillance for sure. I don’t suppose for an instant it is a pleasant place to be locked up in, but I am glad that as a society we generally don’t mistreat our prisoners.
My last shot of the day is another focus-stacking experiment. Mary has a heavy square glass vase in which she drops the things she finds at the foreshore. I saw the vase on the diagonal and decided to explore the possibilities. It can speak for itself.
Something else tomorrow.