When I am photographically lost, I tend to seek the sea.
Aratere starts to apply power as she leaves the entrance to Wellington Harbour
Yesterday I was struggling a bit so ended up in the familiar haunts, in this case, Palmer Head. I had seen the Aratere leaving her berth as I came through Oriental Bay so I thought if I ge there before her, and the sea conditions are interesting, I might have something. Sadly the sea was not cooperating, but I liked the drama of the contrast between the white of the ship and the dark green shades of the Eastern Hills.
Successive planes
Coming back through Evans Bay I liked the layered effect of the Eastern Hills across the harbour. Most Wellingtonians refer to those hills as the Orongorongo hills, but as far as I have ever been able to establish that is not an officially gazetted name. Whatever they are called, I love them in sunshine or in mist.
Wellington Harbour from the Horokiwi Quarry
Nearing the Hutt Valley, I caught a glimpse in my rear view mirror of an interesting light on the far side of the harbour. I diverted up the hill at Horokiwi and parked near the quarry entrance, and walked back to where I had a clear view to the South. A band of sun-streaked water lined the harbour entrance and Evans Bay on either side of the Miramar Peninsula. If you click to enlarge, have a look at the end of the airport runway, just to the right of the peninsula and you will see the Bluebridge ferry, Strait Feronia passing offshore from Lyall Bay.
That’s the day.
