Heavy mist wreathed the city again.
My picture search took me to the Aro Valley and some of the narrow winding side streets which give views down into the shaded places. Aro Valley is a quirky corner of Wellington, a place with a Bohemian reputation. Regardless of lifestyle choices, it would never be on my list of preferred suburbs because it is so deep in the hills that the houses are in shade for most of the day.
Nevertheless there are some interesting fragments of Wellington’s working-class history in here that deserve to be preserved. Some however, would need a very large investment to restore their former glory. The almost paint-less example here has a front door with no stairs, though it does seem to have been re-roofed in living memory.
Against all logic, I went uphill from there, perhaps in the hope of a view above the clouds. Alas, it was thicker up there, and the soon-to-be-replaced wind turbine’s blades were swishing mostly unseen in the murk. Now and then the mist would tin out and I grabbed a shot.
Down on the South Coast at Owhiro Bay, the mist spread out into the strait and the ghostly pale outline of the Straitsman moved silently in the direction of Picton.
More clarity will be sought tomorrow.
- 1 Cor 13
- ** This Ole House, by Stuart Hamblen