September 7, 2015 … implores the passing tribute of a sigh*

A chill breeze took some of the pleasure from the sunny day.

Straitsman

Straitsman at her berth while the Picton bound traffic drives up her stern ramp

In the city, the Bluebridge ferry “Straitsman” was at her berth, surrounded by lesser vessels, tugs and trawlers.

Fishing vessels

There are those whose working days are spent in these conditions

The fishing vessels that berth in the inner city are a motley lot. They range from decrepit impounded Japanese trawlers, to smaller local boats in various states of repair. This particular wharf is one of the few outside of the port’s security fence. Here you can stand and gaze at the workings of real sea-going vessels rather than the polished wood and cabinetry of the hobby boats in the marina. These are scruffy but honest boats. Having spent my entire working life in warm, well-lit offices, I am always intrigued by the ruggedness of the people who sail in them.

Church

St Alban’s Church, Pauatahanui

Later in the day, when the wind had dropped I had a look at Pauatahanui. Despite the apparent calm, the water was still ruffled and uninteresting. The sun still shone, so I walked up the driveway of historic St Alban’s Anglican church at Pauatahanui.  This is the church that you can see above the village  and it was looking smart and clean.

Graves

The iron rails rust red, awaiting the competing colour of the roses

However the real interest here is in the historic graveyard. It seems to be a state of benign neglect, with many  wildflowers and weeds. Some of the fences surrounding graves are rotting or rusting as the case may be. A deliberate policy of planting heritage roses in the cemetery adds some seasonal colour, but most of them are rambling varieties so they contribute in their way to the wildness of the place.

Grave (2)

A grave selected at random, and nature provides the only tribute

Thomas Gray’s elegy related to an older, and probably more disciplined churchyard on the other side of the world, yet I am sure that he could have written it here too:

“Yet even these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.”*

It’s a restful place.

  • Elegy written in a country churchyard” by Thomas Gray
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About wysiwygpurple

I am a family man, a passionate amateur photographer and a retired academic . What's the purpose of this blog? Well in the first instance it provides me with a platform from which to resume writing, an activity I greatly enjoy. What will the blog be about? Anything that takes my fancy but it is likely to arise from things I see and experience, in my family, in my travels, or anything else I feel like. Each daily post will contain one or more images made the previous day. Sometimes the image will illustrate the points made in the prose, and sometimes the prose will attempt to interpret the image. What kind of images will they be? Always safe for work and family. Usually they will be representational, and sometimes they will be impressionistic or experimental.
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One Response to September 7, 2015 … implores the passing tribute of a sigh*

  1. dennisw77009 says:

    Leslie and I are always on the look out for interesting cemeteries as we travel about. This is one to tour on our next visit to NZ. Have enjoyed immensely your photo blog over the past four years plus. Looking forward to following the next installment, whatever form that may take, in 2016.

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