Wellington’s legendary wind lived up to the very worst of its reputations over the last two weeks. I cannot recall a period in which I have been so disinclined to go out looking for photographs. There have been a few reasonable days but mostly there has been blustery wind and nasty rain. Summer must be coming. Please let it be coming.
In one brief interval of calm, I went to Pauatahanui Inlet where there is a considerable colony of pied stilts. They are attractive birds to watch, Their clean black and white plumage and their very long legs make them attractive to watch as they wade the shallows looking for insects and other invertebrates.
Despite my lament about the persistent wind, it is a calm day when I can make a 4 second exposure on the Oriental Bay marina without the yachts’ masts whipping about. I rather like the metallic grey tones and only that yellow cabin-top near the middle gives away the fact that this is a full colour image.
It seems that each year, at or near Labour Weekend at the end of October, Lower Hutt City stages a festival of lights. I found myself behind the public library the day before the festival opened. Of course this is most spectacular with the thousands of spectators, but I like the comparative calm.
I wandered around catching the lights in juxtaposition with the somewhat brutal architecture of the Hutt War Memorial Library.
Part of the displays were some inflatable sculptures in the form of giant fungi. It was all very clever.
Near Owhiro Bay on Wellington’s South Coast, is Carlucci Land. It is a quirky mini-golf course, characterised by lots of strange shapes made of old machinery and rusting scrap steel.
At the end of the road, I saw a ship on the horizon with a distinctly naval profile. As It came closer, it’s pennant number (83) came into view and it revealed itself as the Chinese Navy’s training vessel Qi Jiguang which was making a five day goodwill visit to Wellington. It was a clean and well-presented vessel.
Mary and I drove over the hill to the Wairarapa and around the coast to Cape Palliser. I am always apprehensive about the road sign that says “Caution, Active Slip! Drive with Care”. I never know how I should drive to prevent the road dropping down the cliff-face to land on the beach. We ate our picnic lunch in the car near the seal colony at the cape . I had the car parked nose to the wind, and I suspect if I had done it otherwise, we would have been sent tumbling into the sea. I have never had a picnic in such a vicious wind before.
I thought the wind might make it unsafe to release of fireworks on the last night of the festival. Despite what I regarded as a quite stiff breeze, the pyrotechnics were set off and everybody seemed happy.
I was especially happy to have sold some images of the event.
And if you want to see the standard of photography to which I aspire, see here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvOSQhDucvQ