My photographic week continued to be shaped by the weather. Soft grey chilly drizzle was the main feature. Nevertheless, as long as the wind is absent, I can usually find a point of view worth recording.
From Lowry Bay, the tanker Stena Provence was the most visible object. That lifeboat scares me. When everyone is aboard, and strapped into their seats, the coxswain releases the trigger and it shoots down the ramp at that ridiculous angle and plunges into the sea. I have seen a video of such a lifeboat pitch-poling end over end, so the chances of injury seem high.
The same day I carried on round to Hikoikoi where I thought I might try a wide-angle shot from just above the water … about duck’s eye level. I had made such an image when I noticed a splash of white. George was back, strolling up and down the deck of a boat house next to his favourite boat. This time he was in full glorious mating plumage, and must surely be due to fly South to Waitangiroto near Okarito where it all happens for white herons.
In the weekend, I attended the Central Regional Convention of the Photographic Society of New Zealand. This was based at Whitireia, a polytechnic institute in Porirua. Most of the speakers were interesting and I chose the four-wheel drive field trip. A hazard of field trips at conventions is all the other photographers getting in your way.
Our convoy of eleven off-road vehicles bounced and scrambled their way up to the top of Colonial Knob, taking great care to pause and give way to the many walkers and a few cyclists we met on the very steep road. There was a steely grey sky with dramatic clouds reflecting on the unusually still waters of the Cook Strait. If you click to enlarge the picture, you will see the Brothers Islands just this side of Arapawa Island, and to the right of that, Cape Jackson on the other side of Queen Charlotte Sound.
Taking a different angle, I loved the light on the water and on the rolling hills at the Northern end of the Ohariu Valley.
On the Sunday morning of the convention, there were a number of workshops, some of which were more interesting than others. None was directly aligned with my photographic preferences, but one that I decided to try was conducted by a very highly regarded photographer from the Wairarapa, Esther Bunning. Esther was teaching a particular whimsical approach, and had brought along four attractive young women from a local dance school. This was well outside my comfort zone, but I gave it a shot. As I wrote elsewhere, grabbing an electric fence is a learning experience, but not one that most of us repeat.