Various tasks took me North to Upper Hutt and South to Kilbirnie.
In the North, the river mist so common at this time of year was lingering in the upper valley. What really stood out for me were the foreground trees next to the river road. They looked as if they had been drawn with Indian Ink on to a wash on canvas. You may have to click to enlarge to see what I am talking about. Though I have never been a practitioner of it, it is an art form I like a lot, so the picture was irresistible. Unfortunately the place where I stopped offered no really safe place to stand for a better view, so I did my best from behind the Armco barrier at the edge of the busy road, and tried to get a clear shot through the heavy traffic in both directions.
Later in the morning, as I passed through Evans Bay the much photographed boat shed, resplendent in new paint, presented itself in a dramatic light against a dark and threatening sky. Minutes later there was a downpour.
Since I was this far out, I ate my lunch in the carpark at the Pt Halswell lighthouse. From there I went to Kilbirnie and on the way passed this pair of Little Black shags. The Little Blacks have a lovely texture to their plumage.
That’s all for now.