As a youngster I was keen angler, I was always aware that the equinoctial spring tides -- March and September -- would generally be higher than usual, and if there had been a storm over the Indian Ocean, some spectacular waves would arise, sweeping right up to the dune forest. Us fishermen took a keen interest in the phases of the moon and the tides during the seaside holidays, these factors governed where it was best to fish, or to give up and play board games! Those unusual tides still occur from time to time, only now the people who have built posh houses with patios on the highwater line bemoan the damage to their precious properties and much waffle is made about global warming. Having been an observer of tides and moon phases over some years, I don't believe there has been significant warming, let alone sea-level rising, within my lifetime and several generations back.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Winter Solstice coming up (for us, that is)
As a youngster I was keen angler, I was always aware that the equinoctial spring tides -- March and September -- would generally be higher than usual, and if there had been a storm over the Indian Ocean, some spectacular waves would arise, sweeping right up to the dune forest. Us fishermen took a keen interest in the phases of the moon and the tides during the seaside holidays, these factors governed where it was best to fish, or to give up and play board games! Those unusual tides still occur from time to time, only now the people who have built posh houses with patios on the highwater line bemoan the damage to their precious properties and much waffle is made about global warming. Having been an observer of tides and moon phases over some years, I don't believe there has been significant warming, let alone sea-level rising, within my lifetime and several generations back.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Lake Tutira
In a hollow of the hills north of Napier, New Zealand, lies Lake Tutira, and the tiny Lake Waikopiro nearby. I visited this beauty spot on an overcast day in April 2009. The water had a leaden cast, and veils of drizzle drifted across the hills. I had an interesting and thoughtful day walking around and photographing some of the abundant bird life. A pair of Canada geese grazed unconcerned on the parking area, and further on a group of black swans were busily cropping the grass. There were ducks aplenty, and I managed to get close enough to some wary pukekos to snap them.
I'm told the black swans were introduced into New Zealand by settlers from Western Australia, and they have flourished, dominating nearly all the lakes in North Island. Elegant birds, black swans can also be a tad tetchy -- while I was lining up photos, one pair swam purposefully towards me, raising their beaks and ruffling their wing-feathers in what was I suppose a classic 'territorial threat' attitude. However, this correspondent stood his ground and the great birds stopped just short of pecking me. In the process I snapped some quite interesting portraits!
Tutira is a public nature reserve, and the lake and surrounding 2000 acres are the remnant of the large sheep station run by Herbert Guthrie-Smith, sheep-farmer, naturalist and a noted authority on New Zealand birds. At its peak the station comprised over 60 000 acres, but over the years much of the land was made available to ex-servicemen; the remaining 2 000 acres were bequeathed to the nation to be used for educational and recreation purposes. Tutira is held in trust by the Guithrie-Smith Trust: some of the land is farmed, there is a school and an Outdoor Education Centre, and the lake has long been stocked with trout.
It was a during visit to the national Te Papa Museum in Wellington, in October 2008, that I came across the name Guthrie-Smith. An exhibit in the nature section showed startling information on the extinction of native New Zealand bird species, and some facts about the deforestation of New Zealand by successive waves of colonists -- first the Maori and then the
Europeans. I would like to come back to my involvement with Herbert Guthrie-Smith in a later blog, as I have become very interested in his affairs and books.
Sadly to report, Lake Tutira is now polluted with a toxic algal bloom. The day I was there, a group of scientists from NIWA (National Institute for Water and Atmospheric Research) were trawling the lake for aquatic organisms ("bugs") , the statistical analysis of which indicates the health of a body of water. My water chemistry and microbiology is rusty, but I intend to do some more reading on it.
Guthrie-Smith the farmer burnt off the fern growth to plant English grass seed, as did most settlers; they had to clear the native forests and bush to make pasture and arable land to survive. The pasture was often fertilized with super-phosphate, but with my present knowledge I have no idea what happens to the run-off from fertilized land. I fear the early settlers, and the Maori colonists before them cleared the native vegetation from regions with unsuitable soils. My view of the soils at Tutira was that they were very thin and poor, underlain with a soft mudstone.
The business of deforestation gives me food for thought, but there is much more to it than one can write here. Of particular concern was the logging of the old-growth Kauri and Podocarpus forests, in North and South Islands respectively. Those forests will never be reinstated, but then that process is a bone of contention wherver forests are pillaged for timber.
I'll probably continue in another blog, as I mentioned I have aquired an interest in all this.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Stanserhorn - 2
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Stanserhorn
Switzerland, May 2008: My hostess and I had a nice day out visiting the Stanserhorn, an alpine peak south of Lucerne, with views of the western end of the Bernese Oberland. The original cableway to the peak was one of the oldest in Switzerland, but the very steep upper part has been replaced with a cableway.
In the souvenir shop I noticed this (above) clever little carving of an owl, set into the tree-trunk -- something quintessentially Swiss.
The picture below is of the original winding-engine for the cable railway, which I seem to remember was built in the 19th century. The Swiss are past masters at this sort of thing!
The views from there are, of course, outstanding, but I'll leave bloggers in suspense while I look for the photos -- maybe tomorrow...........!!
Meantime, may your day/night, as the case may be, be peaceful, fruitful and enjoyable.
Tchüss.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The Toyshop
Remember how toyshops were an irresistable magnet in your youthful days: toys were a little ahead of a chocolate milkshake, I think. This little shop is in Devonport, Auckland, and I am sure has its regular lot of little tots calling Mummy in to please look at this................
At Christmas I sometimes think the adults get as much pleasure from them, except when it comes to fixing a broken wheel, or a precious head comes off a doll!
Whether its birthdays or Christmas, have a ball with the toddlers in your life!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunset and Sunrise: Southern Hemisphere


Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Otago and the Catlins; a special place
Flew all the way back to Auckland yesterday, after a good few days in Southland/Otago. I did see the sea-lions at Cannibal Bay, and adjacent Surat Bay. At first the beach looked deserted, until I realised som old logs and piles of seaweed were actually sea-lions! I saw about a dozen altogether and had a ball photographing them. One big one gave me a fright, popped out of the surf while I was looking the other way! They don't move so fast, but all the notice boards warn you not get too close, or between them and the water. If they take a threatening attitude you get out of there, fast. Surat Bay is terrific, a remote and deserted beach, I had to walk a long way over sand-dunes to get there. Found a lot of sea-lions, playing in the surf and lying around on the beach. It was so beautiful I stayed to watch the sunset and only got back to Dunedin at 9pm. The albatross and penguin places were a bit of a disappointment, they only give you a few minutes at the hides before the guides chivvy you on. However, to be fair, those birds are very precious, and access is strictly controlled. Anyway, it's their country. The albatross nursery is particularly sensitive, it is the only nesting place of the Royal Albatross in the world, -- unless there are other sites on the sub-antarctic islands south of here.
There was an old man from SA,
Who went down to Cannibal Bay.
Lots of sea-lions he saw,
Right there on the shore,
And when he got home he had so much to tell he couldn't stop talking all day.
I'm to Perth tomorrow, photos are still on the memory cards and will only be sorted when I get back to SA!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Waitemata Harbour
Last evening I walked on North Head at sunset; the light was so terrific, I popped off many photos! From the old gun emplacement, I could see the wide panorama from Rangitoto Island on the left right round to the Harbour Bridge. What a view -- big ships moving in and out of Waitemata Harbour, all sorts of ferries, sailboats, fishing boats, the skyline of the centre city with the skyscrapers and the Sky Tower. The air is so clear one can see the mountains of Coromandel far to the southeast. For such a big city with major traffic congestion, there is no smog! To the north, on Cheltenham beach, the low tide had exposed a wide area of sand where kids were flying kites, windsurfers skidding around, people walking dogs, a very peaceful, beautiful scene.
The warm, sunny weather is changing, it seems winter -- or autumn rather -- starts in April. Althought the sun is hot on my skin, the breeze off the ocean has a nip in it, one needs a sweater evenings and mornings.
I'm writing this in the wonderful light of another sunrise, looks like another perfect Aotearoa day. Good morning, wherever you may be at this moment, Tchuss.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Land of the Long White Cloud
I'm afraid it's too busy around here to add much at the moment.
Ciao for now.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Early morning Blogs.............?
Working for a full year in London gave me a new view of changing seasons, from travelling on crowded trains from south London to Victoria in the pre-dawn darkness, and likewise home again at 5:30 in darkness. In June the days seemed to last forever, there was time to play tennis or go for long walks after supper. I got to know the streets around Stretham Hill, Norwood (?) and Wimbledon Common very well! There was a quaint old-fashioned pub near the Common, with a memorable name which now escapes me -- The Hand in Hand? -- where I often stopped off for bread and cheese and pickles, and a glass of real ale from the cask. On many subsequent visits i found that the pubs were pursuing a different clientelle, with pinball machines, and loud music. I was lucky to stay with an old school friend in Wallingford; he knew many of the small traditional pubs around rural Oxfordshire, and much else of interest besides.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
"Blue Monday"?
I haven't looked up the origin of this piece of English colloquialism, but tradititionally Monday was a bad day for working folk -- gathering your wits aftera relaxing weekend, oversleeping afetr a getaway trip - the excuses wre legion whenb I was one of the toiling masses. I'm happy to say that oversleeping is no longer important, and that weekends, public holidyas and weekdays seem to merge into a quietly continuity of the retired senior citizen's routine. Sorry, you working people, but your time will come!
Le temps fuis, is the other old saying.
I'm afraid that getting up at 5am (for a change) has left my brain rather sluggish, so I really can't make much of a blog today.
--Depends what you mean by "a good blog", doesn't it: how does a "bad blog" arise, and when?
But enough, I'm going to make another cup of tea and read the newspaper!
Ciao, as they say.
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Neighbourhood: flowers and memory.
The negatives were scanned into digital format, and I played around with brightness, colour balance, etc. One picture was of a red-leaved variegated shrub, adjacent to a large cycad.
When I came to adjust the photo, I just couldn't get the red leaves right: were they like this?....

No, that looks almost purple! What about this:

Still not right. Eventually I came down to something like it:

Should be OK? This afternoon it was overcast and drizzly, and I walked past the same spot -- thinking again, did I really get it right?!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Camera Workshop.
Having to be indoors for a day prompted me to get down to fixing some old cameras. This apartment is small, so I set up the workshop in the bedroom:

The cameras on the table are two Pentax MX's and the old Spotmatic. A friend has offered to give me one of the MX's, but the one I want had lost its foam seals and mirror buffer. I was at first flummoxed by this, I couldn't even start looking for these materials here; however a search of the web turned up an enthusiast in Dallas, USA, who actually sells a repair kit for these old SLR models for only $10! A week later the envelope arrived -- strips of all the rightfoam materials for seals, plus detailed instructions about doing the job. Over the years the foam material -- rubber? -- has turned into a sticky tar-like substance, jamming the mirror and leaving the film door unprotected. Removing the sticky stuff was a mission: I've never done this before, and the tarry mess has been extremely difficult to scrape out. I was naturally a bit cautious about working on these cameras, but eventually I just dug the stuff out with toothpicks, screwdriver and tweezers, after trying to soften it with benzine and chemical cleaner. Fortunately those instruments were very solidly built, but the film door seals are recessed in a groove less than 1mm wide. I also had to take the focussing screen out (gingerly) as the stuff had stuck to it. I now have even greater respect for Japanese camera makers -- these models date back to the 1960's; the Spotmatic was one of the first TTL meter cameras.

At this stage I've cleaned out most of the gunge, and next have to start the precise work -- cutting the new material and sticking it in place. This is not a job to be done in haste!
In the meantime, just for interest, I lined up all of the various equipment that I have in the apartment. From left to right they are;
Pentax Spotmatic with its standard lens;
Fuji S3500 (my first digital camera), on a mini-tripod;
a vintage Canon FT, with some telephoto and wide angle lenses,
and a couple of spacers and adaptors.

Next, two of my three: the Spotmatic, and the blunt-snouted Nikon D40 on a Sony tripod, new acquisitions. It's interesting to compare the old and new: the Nikon is bulky but quite light, as much of it is plastic. The old Pentax is heavier, but it is very solidly built, and a pleasure to use. It's a hassle, of course to get film processed and scanned into digital format, but I've found it rewarding to go back and experiment with that medium. And by the by, I wondered if that Nikon will still be operating in 40 years' time!

The old Canon is also in good working order, it's been left with me by a friend, for safe-keeping. It also has an early TTL metering system.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Neighbourhood: Campus.
The University was established in about 1922 as the Natal University College, with degrees awarded by the University of South Africa. Later the University became an independent entity, the University of Natal, awarding its own degrees. The buildings were spread over campuses in Pietermaritzburg and Durban. The School of Medicine (now re-named after Nelson Mandela) was attached to the Durban campus, but located on a different site.
I often go along there and stroll around the campus, to escape the traffic noise and congestion. Sometimes I visit the library; as a graduate I'm able to read reference material, but not to borrow. Recently I've taken my old Pentax camera along to try it out: the following photos are just some of the buildings on the older part of the campus.


Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Neighbourhood: Pride of India.



Before the recent wet spell, I went out on a sunny day to capture these Pride of Indias lining two of the streets in this neighbourhood. They made a fine show of colour. The rain brought down some of the flowers. And here is a small Hibiscus, just for fun!
The pictures were taken with a Pentax Spotmatic film camera, as a trial; I have not used film for ten years. The negs were diditized using a Canon 4200F scanner & Picture Window Pro.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Welcome, Old Sol.

The sun came out after two solid days of rain: time to get some laundry out to dry.
On a more pleasant note, many of the streets around this neighbourhood are lined with flowering trees. Before the rain, the Pride of India came into full bloom, a lovely pattern of pink-mauve-purple flowers. I took the above with the old Pentax film camera. The gardens and grass are all green, and all's right with the little world near here, before that summer sun gets REALLY hot again! No time for more, I am behind-hand with a lot of things -- who said retired folk were lazy.................?
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Trapped
A couple of weeks ago an article in the local paper described how a lady's pet ridgeback had been caught in a wire snare, and survived for ten days; the injury to the leg resulted in gangrene, and the leg had to be amputated, but the dog is fine. Pet dogs and cats do remarkably well on three legs. The story brought to mind a similar incident that happened long ago while on holiday on the Natal coast, and I've copied here a letter to the newspaper, which they were kind enough to publish last week:The Editor, The Witness:
Dear Sir,
The moving story about C____ P____’s pet (The Witness 16 January ) struck a chord with me. In the early 1950’s my family, with pets, spent the Christmas holidays at a cottage near the beach at Umzumbe*. At that time the dune forest was still extensive and dense. One day our little black Dachshund disappeared, and after some searching we heard his faint yelps from somewhere in the bush. My father, my sister and I began to search. Barefoot, dressed in T-sirts and shorts, we were scratched to ribbons, the bush was incredibly thick and overgrown. I just couldn’t home in on the yelping, but after much searching I found the dachsie, his foot caught in a vicious toothed jaw-trap. With some difficulty (I was only a teenager) I managed to depress the strong spring sufficiently to release the foot, and our pet was carried back to the cottage and we then trekked to the Port Shepstone vet. By some miracle, the toothed jaws had closed between the fine bones of the foot, and the little chap was only badly bruised.
We up-rooted the stake to which the trap was fixed, and took it to the Umtentweni Police Station, where they assured us it would be kept for a statutory period and then destroyed. It was not the first they had seen. Those traps were set to catch the tiny Upiti and Blue Duikers, which in those days were still plentiful in the coast bush: we saw many around the cottage all the years we went there.
Regards,


* For those unfamiliar with South African place-names, these are the original Zulu names; just pronounce them phonetically -- it's difficult to explain! The U- sound is 'oo' as in 'room'. The Zulu names for most of the rivers draining to the Indian Ocean were adopted by the settlers, and were often onomatopoeic or commemorated some legendary event. Port Shepstone is the exception - Sir Theophilus Shepstone was a notable, if controversial, figure in Natal colonial history.
Thought on a rainy day.

On cold, rainy day in January -- when it's normally 30+° and dangerous UV rays -- I'm busy with things I feel should be done, but I've just remembered this little line from something read in the past (goodness, I am getting idle, can't even think up an original phrase!):
"....the pen is mightier than the sword, otherwise we'd all be taking fencing lessons....."
I did however. take the time to look up the original; with apologies to Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, I trust he wouldn't mind this momentary lapse of good sense.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Mushrooms in Our Garden.



A life-cycle in five days, something I'd never seen before; and right outside the apartment.
There were a few smaller brown ones which followed the same cycle:








