My artistic muses keep telling me that I make too many images, and that I should try to set a higher standard. I keep agreeing with them, but struggle to comply. Let’s see how we go this week.
A bright Wellington Autumn day tempted me to go up Te Ahumairangi Hill from where there are a number of viewpoints over the inner harbour.
In the period since I last wrote, Mary and I celebrated 48 years of marriage, and our elder daughter marked the occasion with a nice bouquet which was worth having a look at.
Later in the week, from the top of Brooklyn Hill, I spotted the interisland ferry Kaitaki battling her way into a heavy Nor’Westerly swell off the coast of Island Bay. Since I have to make this trip myself, next week, I was fascinated. I am not a good sailor.
From down at sea level, in Owhiro Bay a day or two later, I enjoyed watching the Southerly waves roll in, heavy and green.
Yesterday I spent some time on the inner harbour waterfront watching the world go by reflected in the residue of some recent heavy rain. I liked the contrast between youth and age.
As the clouds lifted, they revealed the snow on the high peaks of the Tararuas. Considering that this is early April, this is a very early sign of winter on its way.