As ever, the tragedy of everyday life continues despite world-changing events. I can only guess at the extra hardships caused some by lockdowns and travel restrictions.
My last 15 months or so would have been challenging in any case but at least the pandemic hasn't materially changed how we dealt with it, and in some cases actually improved it (working from home has its advantages, even though I hated it in the beginning).
This summer largely passed me by due to health issues, but when this last Sunday dawned fine and
calm (yes, in Wellington) I thought "Now that I am fit again, I'm going to make the most of this". I grabbed my camera gear, hopped in the car and just "went out". I went to the airport (of course) but nothing was moving so I went to Zealandia in the hopes of finally seeing some tieke and photographing them. In the end, I didn't take that many photos and many were not that good, but I did get a few decent enough to publish.
But the best part of this story is that while photography was the original goal of the outing, I wasn't as disappointed as I usually would be with the marginal success, because the outing itself was magical. Tieke were everywhere, as well as korimako, popokatea, tui, kaka, riroriro, piwakawaka, and toutouwai. In one spot I saw all of those except kaka (which were audible elsewhere) in the space of 5 minutes.
In some ways photography is like golf. While you can spend many hours perfecting your swing, or your camera technique, other times it's just an excuse to go for a nice walk.
Narrator: And then he went back to the airport.
Of course.