A busy time since the last post.
Out in the gloaming (do people still use that word?) and I just loved the colours in the Seaview Marina. I was a bit nervous about this long exposure because I was standing on a floating pontoon, and the risk of movement was high.
Mary and I drove to Cross Hills Gardens near Kimbolton in the Manawatu district. The gardens specialise in rhododendrons and azaleas. I made lots of images but the one I liked best was of the ornamental pond.
My youngest son is a police officer in charge of land search and rescue operations in the region. He was out looking for a missing person and got dive-bombed by a pair of New Zealand falcons. My ears pricked up because a pair of falcons defending a territory suggests nesting is happening. I visited the area and sure enough the pair came in very fast and low. I sat down and they sat above me just a few metres away. Love these birds.
On my way to a function in Tinakori Rd, I passed the open door of a shop that sells brass and wind instruments. I was impressed by the array of brass on the display board and with permission took a few shots.
A day or two later I was in the South Wairarapa at Lake Ferry. To my surprise, the outlet where Lake Onoke flows to the sea was closed off and the Onoke Spit went all the way across from East to West. To my even greater surprise, the ocean swells were coming up over the spit and sliding down the inland slope to the lake. I got wet shoes out of it.
The view from the spit across the strait to Tapuae-o-Uenuku was spectacular, and I have not adjusted those colours
There was a gap of a few days and then I went wandering up the Korokoro stream track. When I first encountered this stream in 1980, you crossed the stream and got wet feet 23 times. The track is now so developed that all the crossings are bridged and the socks remain dry.
In Upper Hutt, one beautiful morning early this week, I had to stop to catch the Hutt River flowing down past Totara Park.
From there, it was over the hill again to Lake Wairarapa where the conditions were nearly perfect.
On Monday night this week, was the final night of Lower Hutt’s Carnival of Lights. Despite the coincidence of timing, there was no overt connection between this and the festival of Diwali. Anyway, as we arrived, there was a young woman dancing with what I can only describe as illuminated hula-hoops. I opened the shutter for a long exposure as she twirled and danced and got this.
The young people were gathered around a sound stage from which a group was performing. Nothing that sounded like my idea of music, but it was a good visual spectacle.
The night concluded with a fireworks display, and again the long exposure allowed the sequence of fireworks to paint patterns in the air.