In this part of the world, we are just four days from the shortest day. Then follows the long climb back to warmer seasons. By the calendar we are firmly in Winter (June through August). Nevertheless, the unusually warm year has delivered a lingering tinge of Autumn.
In our front yard, a Japanese maple has been flaunting its stunning colour as if powered by batteries.
A bout of heavy rain and strong wind caused a sudden dumping of its remaining leaves and in the space of two days its branches are suddenly bare.
I am not sure if I have mentioned that I have a project in mind by which to submit a portfolio in pursuit of the Photographic Society of New Zealand’s associateship qualification. I don’t intend to reveal the specifics until I have a portfolio to submit, but in the mean time I have been prowling various places looking for images that match my vision. In Lyall Bay I found these garage doors on either side of a letterbox.
In the city, the colonnade outside the city council’s office provided a nice view.
Yesterday the wandering continued, and to my great delight, I found that my old friend “George” was back at the Hutt River estuary. At first I couldn’t see him, but he eventually peered over the cockpit coaming of his favourite boat. Soon he resumed his measured pacing around its deck.
Whiteman’s Valley is another place where autumn colours linger long after their allotted time.
My photographic day ended when I had to drop my granddaughter Maggie at the gym where her cheerleaders squad practise. From there it is a short drive to the Seaview marina where the last light of the day continued to deliver autumnal shades.