After taking this photo, I became aware of a well-dressed, elderly man standing on the side of the road. He remarked, almost peevishly I thought, "I'm a rare bird." Maybe he thought I should take his photo too. I laughed and walked on. (Although I had to agree with his self-description - you don't see many 70-year olds on the side of a road with their thumb out, hitching a ride home).
The architecture of wooden railings, posts, rooves and machinery, also became a feature; solid forms pressing and impressing against a soft background of mist.
skeletal forms inside a frame
as strong as they are fragile,
as light as the low cloud
they swim through.
With the patience of a fisher, this tern waited and watched for its chance to dive for food.
At this time of the year, the flowering shoots and pods of flax (harakeke) are strong and vital, with a dark-red hue. By the middle of winter the fronds will have hardened into brittle black, the stalks dry and grey.
This is a favourite of mine. I am hoping that this bus-stop gets a re-touch rather than painted over with a different scene. I am rather fond of Moonfish.