A weekend away, on the exposed west coast. The constant roar of the surf breaking on the rocks just below the deck, tui in the flax, curtains moving in the breeze, summer is coming just around the curve of the earth.  

Week 6 waves. You are gone, over, finished, until you rally again, although never exactly the same. Piha yesterday.

Taupo Bay in the far north, an awesome looming rocky headland, fierce equinox weather with passing squalls and high winds, a pair of dotterels on a deserted beach, gannets diving, even on a hazy day - a magical place.

I walked down to the low tide line on this empty beach to catch a wave, not with my board like the old days, this time was with my camera. It stays with you.

This dinghy was nearly afloat in the bay by the wharf on Motuihe before the two sailors returned from collecting bags of rubbish on the island. They had a ketch or was it a kestrel? anchored out a bit deeper.

We are in for a wet weekend again and may not see the sun until monday, most of us here are tired of the rain. This is another front coming towards us. Spring is almost here and some of my scarlet runners are planted in the ground already. Which reminds me that I started my blog in 2006 around this time and I was also talking about the rain back then!

I like the lines, crossovers and negative spaces in this photo, but the composition needs more thought. I would probably have liked more light and therefore colour too. It reminds me of an ordinary morning, wait a minute... for me no morning is completely ordinary.

This old cannon deserved a better angled photo from me, there were some very interesting shapes and I wanted to get them all in the shot but it was resting right under a pohutukawa tree.

Okahu Bay before the fog rolled in. Waiting for first light, what a wonderful start to a Friday, nary a breeze and T.shirt warm, city sounds all way off, occassional splashes as fish jumped. I walked the breakwater and made a mistake of sitting on a stone, it looked comfortable in the dark, but was glistening wet in daylight, no doubt I'm carrying salt rings on the trousers for others to wonder about.