It has been easier than I thought.
On the other hand, though I no longer have the daily photograph imperative, I am rarely far from my cameras. I have yet to achieve the purposeful project-oriented photography that I envisaged, but these things take time. Today’s ferociously battering winds are likely to bring to an end the season of the pohutukawa in Wellington, so let’s begin there.
New Zealanders take great pride in their native “Christmas tree”, though its flowering season is all too brief. It is odd that on the 18th of December, the foliage on Jervois Quay was its usual drab green self, and then on the 19th, someone flipped the switch. Crimson flowers were everywhere. The annual arrival of these treasured flowers is an explosive thing so I played with that idea.
Sadly, the departure of the flowering season is usually equally sudden, and is often brought about by the mean-spirited wind that shakes the stamens loose to create red snow-drifts in the gutters, on the footpaths, and on the paintwork of cars parked near them.
What else have I been doing? Trying to regain some of the gains I made a few years ago by walking more, and eating less. The walking doesn’t come naturally to me, and blustery winds of which we have had far more than our share, are a further deterrent. When I do get out, I have the camera with me and take whatever opportunities arrive. Just a little up Normandale rd from home, this bumble bee (Bombus terrestris) was exploring the blue flowers of what I think is Viper’s Bugloss (Echium vulgare).
Of course, if I have to be somewhere for social reasons, I take that chance too, and this I found myself on Miramar above Shelly Bay to capture a different view of the decaying jetties below.
Across the bay from the same viewpoint, the boatsheds of Evans bay make an interesting target. The lurid green, yellow and red shed on the right is often photographed for the spectacular reflections it offers when the water is still.
The wind stopped briefly yesterday afternoon, so instead of taking the opportunity for a walk, I drove to Pauatahanui where I encountered a pair of white-faced herons in their breeding plumage with long feathers on their backs and the pink-brown breast colouring.
As you can see, things are moving more slowly, but I still enjoy it.