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July 27, 2021 … taking life as it comes

After some mysterious point, the ageing process suddenly starts forcing certain changes. No longer can I hop confidently from rock to rock. Nor can I clamber down steep slopes. The only way in which my spatial awareness has improved is in my knowledge of the direction and distance to the nearest public toilet.

These gradual changes have made their presence felt in my photography. I started thinking about this after a consultation with a health practitioner recently. She suggested I might be losing my enthusiasm for photography. I rejected that idea vigorously, but realised that the kind of the images that I observe are being brought about by the gradual changes brought on by age. Most obviously, I find myself treading old familiar paths and more rarely finding the energy or enthusiasm for long trips to new places.

One of those days

When the sky is clear and blue and the water mirrors it back, Oriental Bay has a special charm. I prefer the openness of the old Clyde Quay Boat Harbour to the regimentation of the Chaffers Marina on the city side of the wharf. On this particular day, I was tempted to hang my camera underneath the tripod as close to water level as possible. I know that the green algae on the concrete ramps down to the water has an evil reputation for being slippery. In keeping with the increasing caution I mentioned earlier, I was edging gingerly towards the water when a janitor called out and warned me that two others had already slipped and come close to taking an unexpected swim that morning. I find that the heightened risk awareness limits my mobility even further, so I didn’t quite make it to the water’s edge. Incidentally, if you want to moor your boat there, the annual fee is NZ$1,293.

New Zealand Native Wood Pigeon

The next image was made without leaving home.This magnificent bird was munching happily on the fresh leaves of a kowhai tree less than two metres from our front door. I saw it through the window so very quietly unsnibbed the front door and let it swing slowly open. I stayed well back from the door and used the long lens to get close to a bird that was very near to begin with.


Again, close to home I went over the Wainuiomata Hill and down the coast road to the beach. It was a frosty morning, which happens less often than it used to in my opinion. Anyway, on the way, a small herd of alpaca was casting long shadows and defrosting patches of grass.

Clinker built

Certain weather patterns raise the idea of going to places that have been previously successful in similar weather. Mist suggests a trip to the Wairarapa, or perhaps the upper valley or maybe Evans Bay. Calm water prompts me to go to the Hutt estuary, Pauatahanui, Oriental Bay or again Evans Bay. Strong Southerly wind takes me to the beach on the Wainuiomata Coast, or anywhere along Wellington’s rocky South coast.I suppose that the region’s folded landscape constrains human access to places where roads can more easily be made, leaving the ridge lines free to be farmed or to remain in native bush. And so it is that the number of accessible photo sites is fewer than the overall land area might suggest. On this occasion, the stillness took me to the Hutt River estuary. There, I struggled to to make an image different to those made in my many previous visits. Down low and select just one of the small boats, perhaps. A splash of red is always worth having.


High tide or low, I love the Pauatahanui Inlet. Of course, I prefer it when there is no wind, and the water is totally still as it was on this day. Well done to the Porirua City Council and its various sponsors who now have a well made walkway beside the water along the entire length of Grays Road from Pauatahanui Village to the Camborne Walkway. Even when the bird life is modest, I love the reeds that lend such colour to the landscape.

Sacred Kingfisher

A trip to the Waikanae Estuary brought me close to this kingfisher. It was sitting on a branch beside the road. I didn’t even have to get out of the driver’s seat to make the image. Apparently this fellow is well known locally and is not as skittish as most kingfishers I have encountered.

Royal Spoonbills

Pauatahanui is not only a place that you have to pass through on your way north up SH1 from the Hutt Valley, but also a site worthy of visitation in its own right. Apparently there is a flock of royal spoonbills who hold a similar view. For them, the attraction may be the small mud crabs which number in the thousands per square metre. Not for me though, to deny them the enjoyment of the visual beauty of the place.

Ivey Bay

At Paremata on the South Western end of the Pauatahanui inlet where the water passes under the motorway and rail bridges to the Porirua Harbour, is Ivey Bay. It provides sheltered moorings for some of the old classic motor launches. From Camborne on the opposite shore, it provides a lovely view of the little known suburb on Moorhouse Point. I knew murky weather was imminent, so had to take advantage of conditions such as these. Blue skies are well enough, but the quilted effect of the clouds really appeals to me.

Lily parts

And then came the rough weather. I stayed home. Perhaps this is part of that decreasing appetite for discomfort and adventure. Happily, Mary had recently celebrated a birthday and I got very close to the inner workings of a lily which was part of a bouquet she had received. Not being gifted with a green thumb, I have not bothered to familiarise myself with the reproductive organs of flowers, but the lily is quite spectacular. I know that the anthers (the rough brown bits) leave a vicious almost indelible stain on fabrics. Handle with care.

Another familiar view

After the worst of the storm passed, the weather was still murky, and it was utterly unappealing to wander out. So this image was shot from the front door looking across the valley along High Street towards Naenae.

Faithful old workhorse

If memory serves (and it doesn’t always) this old girl (NZ7004) entered RNZAF service in 1969. As with the rest of the five-strong fleet, it underwent major life-extension upgrades in the first few years of the new century, and is now fated to be replaced by much more capable C130J aircraft beginning in 2024. I love the condensation around the tips of its massive propellers in the moist conditions as the captain pushes the throttle levers forward.

King Alfred Daffodils

A very pleasant lunch with friends in Waikanae allowed us to see early daffodils. I always regard them as one of the first portents of spring. In mid-late July, this is perhaps a bit optimistic, and there is probably plenty of rough weather to come before the season of lambs and new growth. These flowers from the garden of our friends are of the King Alfred variety.

Magic morning

Back to where we began, though from the other end of that little harbour. Last Friday Wellington was still and bright though a little hazy. Again, I was very cautious about walking on the green algae at the water’s edge so this image was made from a higher viewpoint.

Naval Whaler

Rear Admiral Victor Montagu apparently proposed this design as a standard workboat for the Royal Navy in 1890. Originally there was no engine housing inboard, nor was there a mount for an outboard hanging off the stern as on this one. Sailing was done with a fore and main mast, and rowing was with six oars and a coxswain at the tiller. They served with the navies of Britain, Canada, Australia and New Zealand in these roles until as late as 1970, and to this day remains in use by many youth organizations. I have always loved the elegant simplicity of the design. This one in the Clyde Quay Boat Harbour and the one in Evans Bay have been shot by me on many prior occasions.

And then came the calamity. It was, as you can see, a beautiful morning so I began crossing the carpark on Clyde Quay Wharf to see whether there might be some useful reflections in Chaffers Marina. With my eyes fixed firmly on the boats ahead, I missed the fact that there were some barriers on the ground to stop cars from banging into the electric charging stations. Whoops! I crashed to the ground and to add to my pain, I heard the camera and tripod bounce beside my head.

I lay there for a minute or so before some other seniors came rushing over to my rescue. To be honest, I needed their assistance to get up. I was assisted to a seat nearby where I gathered my scattered wits and checked the hardware. As the old cliche has it, ageing is not for sissies. Be assured that I am well, though going to a physiotherapist this afternoon. Photos will continue to be made.

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July 25, 2019 … almost back to normal

I am happy to report that I am restored to near normal after a period of recuperation. This restoration seems to have coincided with a a particularly mild period in what would normally be a bleak winter month. I am enjoying it immensely.

In his own good time

Mild weather does not necessarily mean every day is fully fine. On a recent wet Sunday, I set out to practice a skill demonstrated by a photographic friend … that of using rain puddles to get symmetrical reflections. I hadn’t understood the trick as I made this image outside the Dowse Museum in Lower Hutt, but it worked, after a fashion. I enjoyed a human sideshow as a mother and father tried to persuade their small boy to join them in the museum cafe. For his part, stamping in every available puddle was much more fun.

Still life

While I was taking things easy, Mary was attempting to lift my spirits by fetching home various items that she thought I might like to use for still life images. Bless her. What we see here is a double exposure comprised of a sprig of manuka over a small (but photographically enlarged) sheet of bark. I quite like the result.

Sunset at the back door

There were a few days in quick succession in which we enjoyed blazing sunrises and sunsets. This image was made literally at our back door step, looking Westward towards Maungaraki. The wonderful colours lasted for about 15 minutes and then faded to grey and died.

At the waterfront

It’s great when the penny finally drops and you learn at last how your friends achieve their results. The trick to those lovely reflections is to use a wide angle lens and to have the camera so low that it is within millimetres of actually touching the puddle in which you seek the reflection. The puddle need be no bigger than a dinner plate and no more than a few millimetres in depth.

Getting down so low is not so much a problem as getting back up again. However, I have trick for this too. I hang the camera upside down on the centre-post of my tripod and lower it until it is almost touching the water. Then I use my iPhone as a remote trigger and can see on its screen what the camera sees. Thus these low shots are made with me standing comfortably upright. The building in the centre is the former offices of the Wellington Harbour Board. Now it contains the gallery of the Academy of Fine Art and some rather nice apartments.

The fog was just enough to to be charming (though it did close the airport)

Most people who have a passing acquaintance with our city associate it with wind rather than fog. And yet, for three successive days this week, our mornings have begun with flat calm and varying degrees of fog. I love such days. This image is taken from the Wellington waterfront looking back towards Lambton Quay. It’s a rare day that you can look West from downtown Wellington and see no hills.

Oriental Bay Marina

The same morning was just paradise for me. Oriental bay was perfectly still and provided an enchanting background for the boats moored in the marina. The old marina on the Eastern side of Clyde Quay is typically home for elderly wooden vessels with fewer of the plastic gin-palaces that seem to abound in Chaffers Marina to the West of the quay. I hold that blue naval whaler in the foreground in particular affection.

Evans Bay and splashes of colour

Round in Evans Bay, the fog was still present but rapidly thinning. The sun was breaking through and the colours were just breathtaking. My use of a wide-angle lens in this shot made it harder for me to see it as I was composing the image, and it wasn’t until later that a meteorogically expert friend drew to my attention the “fog-bow” in the backround at the right. Apparently fog-bows are caused in the same way as rainbows, as the sunlight works on the tiny droplets in the fog to produce the white arc.


I am sure I have caught this yacht several times before, but its bright red in contrast with the blue-grey of the sea and fog was irresistible. The simplicity of the shot just worked for me. Normally you would see the Northern end of the airport behind her.

Gentle morning in the Hutt Valley

More fog the next day seemed different in character to that of the previous day. This shot was made from the front door of our house as I was setting out in the hope of more fog at sea level. It is looking slightly East of North and on a clear day, we would see the Avalon tower block in the distance.

To my regret, the fog around the harbour was already thin and disappearing. At Seaview, the tanker “British Cadet” was preparing to leave after delivering its load. At the same time as two Greenpeace protesters were climbing the face of the Majestic Centre in Willis street to attach an anti-oil banner, here was a 46,000 Tone carrier of the product not only delivering oil and chemicals, but emitting visible exhaust fumes. While I have some general green tendencies, I sincerely hope that those protesters who want there to be no more oil exploration anywhere, ever, walked to the site, and climbed using ropes with only natural fibres. As a society we are irrevocably dependent on petrochemicals.

Pied shag – Waiwhetu Stream

As I wandered still hoping to find effects of the fog. I enjoyed the presence of this pied shag which created rings on the still surface, and dived every time I pointed the camera at it. It always has to come up somewhere, and this time, I was ready for it.

Breathessness in Evans bay

Despite the early disappearance of the fog, Evans Bay was sparkling and worthy of an effort to capture it. It is almost the same shot as this week’s image number seven. Though people often get excited about blue skies, I think the clouds make the image more interesting.

Soundless water

Those days when the sea is so calm that it seems to develop a skin are always pleasing. This little pier adjacent to the Coastguard base just begged to be photographed. I think this looks better if you click to enlarge.

In Waiwhetu Stream

My last image this time is back in the Waiwhetu stream near Seaview. The log swept downstream from who-knows where has jammed itself into a state of permanence, embedded in the stream floor and has become a favourite resting spot for a variety of shages.

That’s my lot for now. Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.

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January 12, 2017 … “watching the tide roll away”*

I don’t think I could willingly move to an inland city. The sea will always be part of the world in which I live.

Ovation of the Seas returns to Wellington from Lyttelton

And so here I am again, at Eastbourne this time, watching the Ovation of the Seas enter Wellington Harbour. Have you noticed the phenomenon that makes a very large object appear to move more slowly than a smaller one at the same speed? Stand near a runway and watch a B747 or an A380 on approach and they seem to hang in the air. A B737 or an A320 by comparison zips in to land vary quickly. It’s an illusion. Likewise with the Ovation of the seas. Perhaps my eyes are reluctant to believe that anything that big can move at all.

I’ve done it before but I am delighted to see honey bees in significant numbers

While I was waiting for her to move into a different spot, I was aware of some buzzing behind me. It’s peak pohutukawa season or just past it, and there were hundreds of feral honey bees. For the longest time, I thought they had been eradicated by colony collapse disorder. I hope it isn’t too soon to hope that they are making a comeback. I have seen them in ones and twos , but apart from close to farmed hives, this was the first time I have seen them in the hundreds for many years.

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Close to the water in Oriental Bay

Of course, much of the time, there is nothing at all moving at the harbour entrance other than the relentless swells from the deep ocean beyond. When that happens, I seek solace in the harbour and the marinas This image is inside the breakwater near the iconic boatsheds below St Gerard’s Monastery in Oriental Bay. I mounted the camera on the bottom of my tripod’s central pillar and placed it within centimetres of the water’s surface for a very low angle. A neutral density filter stilled the water even further though I had to limit the exposure to avoid the boats moving during the shot.

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Stillness at Seaview

Later in the week, another still day, this time at Seaview. The water was still and the sail must have been hoisted to air it, because it didn’t move at all. Low angles are harder here, because that rocky foreshore is very tough on my aging ankles and I am sure that passers-by snigger at my cautious clamber down the seawall to the “beach”, using the tripod as a prop to maintain my balance.

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Work boats at Seaview

Elsewhere in the marina, at the Southern end where the work boats gathered, I liked the somewhat scruffy looking vessel nearest the camera. I am guessing it to be a work boat though it carries non of the registration numbers a fishing boat wold normally display. Nevertheless, it has character.


Recently I have resumed walking for health (long overdue, some say) so a favoured course is the Petone Esplanade. The return walk from the car park at the Western end to the Port Rd intersection is 7.2 km and I am encouraged by my nearest and dearest to leave the camera behind. Sometimes I carry it anyway, just because I want to. Walking past Petone Wharf which has been firmly closed since the earthquake of November 14, I saw the extent of the problem. It seems that the footings for two of the piles have been seriously undermined. That’s quite a kink.






* Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding

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July 12, 2015 … Shot and mist

Morning mist shots are proof that I woke earlier, yesterday.

Flowing down the valley, the river mist changes the landscape

Not too early, let’s not go overboard. When I opened the curtains, however, the bright river of mist demanded a camera.  This is a nine-shot stitched panorama.

Lower Hutt in the mist

After a shower and breakfast I paid attention again to the ever-changing mist, It was playing games around Lower Hutt’s CBD, hiding and revealing various buildings.

What again? Yes, the Carter Fountain presented a different aspect yesterday

Mary and I went to the city for brunch (whatever that is)  with youngest daughter, Helen and son-in-law Vasely. Our chosen venue was on Oriental Bay  where my old friend the Carter Fountain was at play, sparkling in the low sun. And if you look behind it to the left, you can see that river of mist is still pouring down the valley.

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Old time Oriental Bay

After we had enjoyed food and each other’s company, we went our separate ways, but not before I caught this row of houses, perhaps the last serious collection of old-time Oriental Bay architecture. I suppose the time will come when these houses get demolished and replaced by yet another series of high-rise high rent apartments.

Another day to find some images has arrived.

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March 23, 2015 … soft rain, damp views

It was a soft day.

Nature’s own bucket fountain. When the droplet gets too big, it tips.

Despite the persistent drizzle, Mary and a friend went walking around the hills. When they came back, Mary persuaded me that it was worth coming back with her to where she had seen a patch of nasturtiums gathering water droplets in large jewels until the weight of water caused the leaf to tip and then the process would start all over. I wonder if this was a predecessor to Wellington’s Bucket Fountain.  Next time there are similar conditions I should see if I can catch the tipping mechanism in action.

Carter fountain and intrepid sailors

We had some shopping to do and decided that when we had finished,  it would be nice to have a light lunch and a glass of wine. Unfortunately, it seems everyone else get the same idea when it rains. By now the rain had increased markedly, so each time we stopped we ran from the car to the restaurant doorway only to find a queue of equally soaked patrons.  With a ten minute wait for a table and a forty minute wait after that for food we looked elsewhere. After failing at three of our favourite restaurants we gave up and were driving through Oriental Bay when I noticed that the Beach Babylon restaurant appeared to have empty seats. Happily they were welcoming and served us some great food and a nice Cabernet Sauvignon. When we were done, I took the opportunity to cross the road and try to capture the spirit of the day.

Guarding an empty beach with non-existent surf

Oriental Bay was almost deserted and apart from the odd wandering pedestrian, the only sign of life was a disconsolate lifeguard sitting at his post guarding a beach where no-one was swimming .

Eastern Hills

Back at home in the afternoon, I enjoyed a brief siesta, and then relaxed until I noticed the clouds wreathed over the hills across the valley. This is pretty much the same view as my sunrise image from yesterday.

Now that the painters have arrived to work on our house, the forecast is much the same for the next week.

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March 15, 2015 … by thy long grey beard*

My middle son suggested that I should dress in yellow storm-proof clothing.

Last light at Seaview

He always was a cheeky fellow. This arose from a conversation on Facebook in which someone made kind comments about my maritime images. Perhaps I get stuck in a rut from time to time. Sometimes it’s birds, sometimes it’s the sea. This all comes back to an interesting article I read, in which it was suggested that photographers should focus more on the enjoyment of making images and less on the grind of making money. Fortunately, I have rarely used photography in the latter mode. I make them because the act of making pictures is a deeply pleasurable process. If that results in images that I like enough to share, that is a bonus. So to today’s first shot taken as I was about to get in my car to drive to the shore. The sun was about to be obscured by a heavy band of cloud on the Western horizon, but there was sufficient light to illuminate the tank farm at Seaview.

From the old Lyttelton ferry wharf looking South

At Petone beach, I paused to see if there might be a sea-level view of the same phenomenon, but the shaft of light had moved with the clouds and nothing useful was apparent. In to the city and I had a look at the wharf near the Bluebridge ferry terminal. The light was a bit flat, but if nothing else, it gave a different perspective on an otherwise familiar shoreline.

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A young couple with Oriental Bay all to themselves

In Oriental Bay, as the daylight ebbed away, the Carter Fountain’s programmed illumination began to be visible. A young couple in need of some time together were sitting on the beach in what I regarded as chilly and less than comfortable circumstances.  The red building is the old band rotunda and the restaurant in its newest form. It has had many owners over the years.

The Carter Fountain in a blue mood

When darkness was at last upon me, the fountain was more spectacular and I was able to take several shots as it switched through a range of colours every thirty seconds or so,

Something new tomorrow.

*The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.


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13 February, 2015 … a sunny interlude

Locusts, frogs, plague and pestilence!

Come to the dark side … IRD headquarters

I seem to been stricken with the latter, anyway, so I am running almost a whole day late with this post. These images were made on Thursday when I was still in good health. Since them some form of bug which I hope is transitory has laid me low.  I enjoyed lunch with a good friend and former colleague on Thursday, and that brought me to the university precinct of the Pipitea Campus. Behind the law school, like a giant fully operational death star, is the Asteron building, home to the Inland Revenue department.

Flowering gum tree outshines the office blocks behind

On the other side of the law school is Bowen House which houses parliamentarians and members of their staff if they are not high enough in the pecking order to warrant a place in the Beehive. More attractive by far, is that magnificent flowering gum (Corymbia ficifolia)  in the foreground. I have often heard misguided passers-by presume it to be a late flowering pohutukawa. When I still worked there, it was a joy to look down from my fifth floor office and see that glorious tree. The nearer tree is also in blossom, but it never managers the riotous colour of its neighbour.

The mega-yacht “L’Austral

In Oriental Bay, there was a clear view of a new visitor to our port, “L’Austral“. She is a French-flagged mini-cruise liner, or as her owners prefer to describe her, a mega-yacht. Unlike the giants that come here, she carries a mere 225 to 260 passengers. Reading about the butler service etc, I would still be out of my comfort zone. But she is a fine looking vessel.

Invasion fleet

Then I spotted what seemed like a small armada of invaders. They weren’t too good at the stealth thing, given te bright colours of their vessels. I suspect it was a school group on some sort of team building exercise.

So that’s Thursday done.

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February 11, 2015 … becalmed in a windy city

There was a stunning silence.

Oriental Bay Marina a clear calm day

The wind had gone. Of course it will be back, but for a delightful day, or perhaps two, there has been that magical calm. In Oriental Bay, the old Marina was still a little ruffled when I arrived, but the boats were not bouncing around as they had been in recent weeks.

St Gerard’s Monastery and Church from Oriental Bay

Looking up from the same pot, there is a good view of St Gerard’s Church and Monastery. As a young country, we don’t have the architectural antiquities that other countries do, but this building has been a dominant feature of the Wellington landscape since 1908 in the case of the church, and 1932 in the case of the monastery. The Redemptorist  order has long gone, and the place is now home to a mission community.

Friends taking in the view

To the East, these three men sitting in companionable conversation reminded me of the British sitcom, “The Last of the Summer Wine“.

Seaview Marina

Last night was a camera club night and we finished as the twilight was fading. The stillness promised reflections in the Seaview Marin, and there were. However, I had left my tripod at home. I gave it my best attempt at a hand-held shot. I leaned the camera against a rock for stability, held my breath, and the result is an amazing testimony to the stabilization capability of the Fujifilm XT-1 lenses. f2.8 for 0.4  seconds. Hand-held!

May the wind stay away a bit longer.

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October 16, 2014 … sittin’ on the dock of the bay*

Oriental Bay is a delight when the sun is out and the wind is still.

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Volley ball on Oriental Bay Beach

My exploration yesterday started there, and a group of young men were playing some variant of beach volleyball.  The afternoon was warm and there were a lot of people at the beach considering that it was a work day.

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Sittin’ on the dock of the bay

Around the corner in Evans Bay, I spotted this couple just sitting and hanging out on a small jetty which is why I thought of Otis Redding for today’s title.

Drifting spray from the Carter Fountain. The wrapping around the building behind it seems to be standard practice when buildings are being worked on or painted.

Coming back into Oriental Bay towards the Setting sun, I was delighted with the backlit spray from the Carter Fountain, though the extensive drift suggested that the breeze had arisen in the half-hour since I had left there.

That’s all.


* (Sittin’ on) the Dock of the Bay by Steve Cropper and Otis Redding

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September 14, 2014 … and a grey mist on the sea’s face*

Spring is teasing us.

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Spirit of New Zealand enters port under the power of her fore and aft sails

After some lovely days, the veil came down again, and the bright blue, green and gold was replaced by grey. I like grey, in moderation. Yesterday it was present in moderation. I began my photographic day on the beach at Petone, where there was a modicum of local sunshine. To the South, however, Wellington city was wreathed in cloud and mist. Across that scene, the sail training ship, Spirit of New Zealand was ghosting towards the city with lots of sail though sadly, none of her square sails were in use.

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Misty city from the sunny valley

Light was falling nicely on Oriental Bay and the slopes of Mt Victoria, but most of the rest of the city was obscured. I had to go in to Crofton Downs and was surprised to find it was raining quite steadily in there, and I didn’t emerge into clear sky until I got back to Petone.

Playing on Petone Beach

At the park in the Western end of the beach, I liked the view along the waterline where there were dogs frolicking joyfully in the small surf as the owners looked on knowing that they were going to get the inevitable shower when the dogs shook themselves dry.

The Wedding shoot

Though I was some distance form the wharf, I spotted a wedding party being photographed there and thought it looked very nice.

Oystercatcher with shellfish

My last shot of the day is just in case anyone thinks birds are forgotten. Here we have a pied oystercatcher with a mollusc clamped to its beak. This happens all the time and the birds are adept at sliding the shellfish off and devouring the contents.

Enough for now.

* Sea Fever, by John Masefield