Conscious of elapsed time, I deliberately set out to make images yesterday.
Since there was little wind, I began at Pauatahanui, but saw nothing to ignite the flame. A flock of black swans sailing in line astern were worth a try, but didn’t really make it.
Perhaps the Hutt River near Silverstream would offer something. Tumbling water and a long exposure against the glare of the sun wasn’t it either.
Watching the cricket on television after dinner, I glanced out the window and knew that something might eventuate. Seaview Marina has been fruitful before, so perhaps in combination with the setting sun, I could get something.
I tried many angles and many points of view, and as often as I thought that it was time to go, the light would change and the colour would intensify.
From the Southern end of Lowry Bay, as the sun descended behind the Miramar Peninsula, it painted the clouds spectacular colours.
I packed up the camera and tripod at least six times, and five times, I set it all back up again as some new saturation of colour hit me. Perhaps I haven’t done justice to what I saw, but for me, it was a magic hour as the lingering sunset concluded a perfect day.
I had a good day, and the cricket result made it all the sweeter.
*”When you come to the end of a perfect day” by Carrie Jacobs-Bond