With a hot summer, comes thunderstorms. When the day starts out humid, the temperature soars to 28 by 10am, and thunderstorms watches are issued, you know you could be in for a stormy day. Too soon the sky went dark with the first wave of thunderstorms, and the thunder begins to shake the clouds. A heavy downpour did little to drop the temperature, and even after the rumbles continued. All this before 1pm?
For the last morning of our trip to Kapiti coast and Wellington, Les and I decided to head for Owhiro Bay near the Red Rocks Reserve. All throughout the weekend the south coast of Wellington had paid dividends, so this looked like a great option. But despite a beautiful colourful display to the east when we arrived, the sky never really lit up.
Sometimes you look for new angles, new compositions and dramatic light. Sometimes you just have to shoot the classics. A shell strewn beach, a beautiful wharf stretching out into the bay, reaching towards the hills on the other side. The strong lines, the soft water, the textures, a classic shot. A beautiful way to spend a half an hour as we watched the sun rise.
Do they add to the landscape, detract, are they iconic or an eyesore. There has been much debate about the impact that wind farms have on the visual landscape. But there is no denying that with our energy hungry lifestyles, they provide that power at far less cost to the environment than many other methods. How will we be generating that same power in 10, 20, 50 or even 100 years from now, who knows. But for now, wind turbines like these and various other renewable energy projects are the established bridgeheads, the bastions from which the renewable energy projects of the future will be fought for from. The bastions of a future which is better for the environment.
The power of nature can be truly amazing. I am not sure what caused this natural formation but the violence of its construction is quite apparent. The first thing that grabbed me eye, was how the larger rocks were laying on the smaller ones in the pile. Then the thought struck me, it appeared as if the larger rocks on top had smashed the smaller rocks underneath. A metaphor if you like of the destructive power of the environment it is in.