This is a shot of the sky at one point last weekend. I noticed it as I was getting ready for the friendly invasion of family for dinner, and took a quick minute to point the camera in the general direction. I was rather pleased with the result.
This weekend though, the sky has not been as dramatic, just low, impenetrable and grey. With the sun effectively cut out of the picture, it's been chilly-cold. We have been keeping the fire stoked.
Writing-wise, today I wrote a poem about our trip to Haast in April. (All that dark green left an impression.) It took me six hours. Of course it won't be the end of it. For me seldom is a poem finished on the first day. It can go on and on. However, as it stands at the moment I am pleased with it. Maybe it's a sign that at last this seemingly-interminable poem-drought is over. It's been a year since 'Made For Weather' was launched last 'NZ Poetry Day'. This year I was too tired after a week of work and visitors to attend the readings. Instead I blobbed in front of the fire and watched 'America's Next Top Model', 'Gavin ad Stacey' and the final of 'Project Runway'. Was that bad of me? I felt a little rebellious, but mostly just emotionaly drained and physically exhausted.
And now the weekend is over