Oh my goodness! I am embarrassed that I let more than two weeks slide by without posting, and I am now determined to get back on a regular schedule of publication. I aim to publish weekly on Wednesdays hereafter. However, to catch up, there are thirteen images today. I hope you like them.
Meanwhile, I have been out there enjoying myself enormously with the camera. While I am the staunchest defender of Wellington, it does have a slight reputation for occasionally elevated levels of breeziness. Well for almost two weeks now, there has been no significant wind, and for days on end, the sea has been flat calm. I know that, regardless of early cloud, it’s going to be a good day when it starts with slowly drifting mist in the upper valley.
If you have been with me for more than a month or two, you know that I am a sucker for mirror-calm water. This has made the local marina almost a second home in recent weeks.
No matter how often I go, I seem to find a new angle, and I loved the simplicity of the Southern part of the enclosed area.
The tanker in the preceding image departed a few minutes later and as I was driving along the esplanade I saw the port’s two tugs bustling (why do tugs always “bustle”?) back towards their base. Note that we are seeing them across the broad expanse of the harbour, and note that the water is flat.
Some days later, I was wandering on a wharf near the operating base of the tugs and pilot boats, when my attention was again caught by the surface of the water in the basin. The NZ Post Headquarters building was interestingly reflected in the slow syrupy slop.
Back at Seaview, I was looking for images to be part of a new project so the continued stillness was a joy.
A yacht returning to base under power created scarcely a ripple as she approached her berth, and the low cloud in the background obscured the Western hills, adding to the nice mood of the image.
I am soon to lead a photographic walkabout in Wellington, and was walking around the route when I spotted a lovely magnolia tree showing off. Magnolias almost always have inconvenient branches that impede a clear view of those lovely flowers. I was forced to overcome my fear of heights and to climb up on a precarious perch to get a clear view.
A few days ago, Mary and I chose to drive up to see if the dabchicks at Queen Elizabeth Park. At the approach to Paekakariki, an unmistakable plume of smoke suggested that one of the steam locomotives there was being fired up. Sure enough, the mighty Ja1271 was being readied for its annual boiler test, prior to running the Daffodil Express to Carterton on September 11, a few weeks from now.
I have never hidden my geekiness, and I love engineering in all its forms. The latter days of steam are particularly interesting to me, and the Ja class locomotives are a fine example of the era.
Moving on to the wetlands at QEII park, my hopes or chicks were not realised. However, there was a dabchick lurking under some overhanging flax and clearly trying to avoid discovery, so I shall visit again in the near future.
Mary and I enjoyed a stroll around the wetlands loop and heard a huge variety of birdsong. Most things moved too quickly for me, but one small fantail obliged with a pose on a nearby branch.
My last piece of overcompensation in this extended issue is back at Seaview Marina where, from time to time, a group called “Sailability” provide sail training or perhaps just the enjoyment of sailing to people with different abilities. The marina seemed flat calm, but there was sufficient light air to fill the sails and move the brightly coloured yachts around.
Clearly the ad hoc approach to publishing doesn’t work for me, so I have set up a reminder to publish each Wednesday until further notice.