Reflecting Pool Reflects Rain

‘Reflecting Pool Reflects Rain’

The last in a mini-series of four photographs of Auckland’s Savage Memorial, taken hastily as the rain came down this week .

The memorial honours Michael Joseph Savage, first Labour Prime Minister of New Zealand, and is one of my favourite local places to visit (even when it is sodding down!)

Pluviophile’s Dream

‘Pluviophile’s Dream’

“These diamonds on my windshield, these tears from heaven”, as Tom Waits once sang, and this photo taken today shows.

Pluviophiles (rain lovers) don’t cry when the sky does.

A dreary Sunday in a lockdown is just an excuse to drive to the nearby shore by myself , and revel in the rain as it sluices from the clouds and drips down the windscreen.

The view may be obsured – but I don’t care – I have diamonds.

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Parched

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‘Parched’

This is what a drought does.

It leaves the local freshwater lagoon almost devoid of water and its normally hidden base soil left desiccated and cracked.

From a photographer’s perspective the repetitive abstract patterns of the dried mud are brilliant.

But the birdlife and fish at the lagoon have struggled through Auckland’s worst dry spell in a quarter century .They have boxed on in their sad-arse environs and I have felt sorry for them.

Rain is forecast for today, mercifully. The dawn showers are starting to fall, the heavier stuff will roll in later in the day. Being a pluviophile (rain lover) of sorts, I have a sense of keen anticipation. And the ducks, herons, geese, eels and carp are gonna love it!

When you are parched, you fully appreciate that which slakes your thirst.

 

 

Wet Welcome

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Following on from the sprinkling I got and mentioned in the previous post Hollyhock, things got a whole lot wetter at the bowls tournament venue today.

Lawn bowls, it may surprise, is not an underwater sport.

But rain it did today in Auckland, right on cue for my biggest bowls day of the year.

After 45 days or so without rain.

It was a deluge at times, rendering the greens unplayable.

A drought breaker.

A wet welcome…

Rain Delay

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A damp scene at the lawn bowls last season.

It’s a summer game really, not that you would know it from this picture.

The rains have come, and the water is pooling on the green.

Play is delayed while we wait for the sun to re-emerge, and the little lakes that have formed, to dissipate.

Nothing to do in the meantime  – just wait.

Contemplate your navel, the universe, whatever…

Have a cup of tea.

Chat amongst yourselves, people.

For it is a mere hiatus – play will recommence shortly.

 

 – Remember, this too shall pass –

 

 

 

Gravestones And Battlements

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It was a dismal weekday afternoon as we trekked towards Calton Hill in Edinburgh.

Then, joy of joys, just before  our destination I saw some stone stairs leading up to a small cemetery.

Like a rat up a drainpipe, I quickly found my way to this vista, with looming castle battlements to ice the proverbial cake.

Victorian gothic nirvana!

I would have lingered, but my wife and daughter were less than impressed with another funereal photographic detour.

I rejoined them, and when we reached the top of the Hill, the drizzle became hard rain, forming waterfalls down the steps.

So wet, so grey…and I was so happy with it all.

Sometimes I wonder what the f**k is wrong with me.