If you live in far Northern parts of the world, you will probably sneer, but nevertheless, Wellington is capable of inflicting bone-chilling teeth-chattering winter misery. It is rarely accompanied by snow, but the Southerly wind with near horizontal rain is a mean-spirited phenomenon. However, at this time of year, everything is variable.
There have been days that were still, and marked by river mist drifting like a serpent down the valley.
There were a few clear golden winter days. I found myself on such a morning on Hill Street in the city. I was strolling happily in the bright (but not warm) sun while the traffic on the motorway below suffered the last of the morning rush.
On another such morning, I was checking for herons, as I often do, and just enjoyed the bright still conditions on the Hutt River.
Following the 180 degree rule (always check behind you), this shot of Sandra II at her mooring gave me some pleasure.
However, as I indicated at the beginning, this is winter, and the last few days have been brutal in their typical Wellington way. My last shot is on one of those notorious street corners where pedestrians need to hang tightly to the street light poles to stay in place while waiting for the cross light. When the light does at last turn green, pedestrians battle valiantly into the swirling wind and take one step back for every two forward. But they are brave Wellingtonians and it is a fair price to pay now and then for the privilege of living in our beautiful city.