I am determined that I shall take some planned shots today.
Check back tomorrow to see if I followed through. Meanwhile yesterday’s images are as random as ever. I was in Frank Kitts park when a school group walked by. I am convinced they were from overseas. They were quiet, orderly, polite, and took obvious pride in their appearance. Clean shoes, ties done up properly, no untucked shirts. I am more than a little of the belief that they were from Hogwarts. I think I even saw two members of the Weasley family in the group.
The bridge over the lagoon entrance has fallen victim to engraved padlocks. Most of them seem to be pledges of eternal love, but I am told that some use them to memorialize a loved one who has died.* I am not sure if it is electrolysis, but where the lock contacts the bridge it seems to start rust.
My wandering concluded with an unsuccessful search for a clear view of the Southern Wall of the snow-capped Tararuas. I was up on the ridge above Stokes Valley and got just tiny fragments of the view I wanted. Looking n the other direction was more rewarding. Beneath Mt Victoria, the Straitsman and the Aratere crossed over o their way to and from Picton.
Now for some predetermined photographs.
- the italicised sentences have been changed to acknowledge varying significance attached to the padlocks.