It may be an illusion, but I seem to be making progress. Whether or not that is so, I continue to enjoy the process.
This edition begins with a macro shot to fill in a wet and stormy day. Mary had a lovely arrangement of flowers including a large lily, so I got up close and personal to its working bits.
When the weather relented I went to town and enjoyed the stillness on the Whairepo lagoon in Frank Kitts Park. As with the lily, I seem to have decided that sometimes, a part tells more than the whole.
Wellington’s urban architecture is varied. It ranges from the brutal utilitarian to the classic. No matter how it is classified, I find it makes a pleasing contrast with the harbour and the hills.
Recently the city enjoyed a festival of light. I didn’t manage to visit it during the hours of darkness but enjoyed seeing the various components during the day. The stained-glass butterflies apparently flapped their wings when they were turned on.
I am unsure whether this screen which is part of the festival was actually one of the illuminated exhibits or merely an advertisement for the festival itself. In any event, I liked the ghostly translucence and the ordinary things in the background.
Now and then I get out to the Western areas. In this case, the boat sheds at Titahi Bay make a bold statement.
Today, June 1, is officially the beginning of our Winter. How then does it come about that I am seeing a lot of jonquils, the traditional harbinger of spring? Whatever the reason, they are a joy to behold.
I went to Queen Elizabeth II Park in Paekakariki in the hope of seeing water fowl on the wetlands. Not a thing. No swans, ducks, dabchicks or geese. Not even a swallow. It was necessary to make do with the background.
After a few days of persistent rain, Mary and I went up to Upper Hutt, well wrapped, and with my camera in its storm jacket, and walked up the Cannon’s Point walkway to the Birchville Dam. I got lucky and the rain stopped just before I got to the dam. Perfect stillness reflected the beauty of the bush.
A day or two later, still in conditions of cold damp drizzle, I went to the Kaitoke Waterworks Reserve, and made my way around the Swingbridge Loop. This hour-long walk begins with a wobbly crossing across the Hutt River. I have referred before to my dislike of heights, and I can add to that, the lack of rigidity. Gritting my teeth, I set up the tripod, and waited for the oscillations to stop.
More next time.