Today was a Lake Ferry day. Last week I was already to walk across to the Onoke Spit today but then I read in the paper that The Greater Wellington District Council had bulldozered an opening from Lake Onoke to the sea. I decided I wanted to see that anyway.
As soon as I arrived I could see that the diggers and bulldozers had done their job and the cut was back. There was evidence on both sides of the flow to the sea of the height of the sand bar that had built up to contain Lake Oneke.
As I walked over towards the sea I could see a collection of flotsam and jettison lying in a width sweep on the sand and the patterns of the pieces, mainly wood of various sizes, lay like the swirls of a moving sea.
At the shore the tide was just starting to come in and the sea was a still aqua and the waves were like whispers as they broke on the shore.
Today there were flocks of birds, terns and black back gulls standing on the shore. The terns seemed to be catching whitebait in the cut and the black backed gulls were perhaps waiting hopefully for a fish body from a fisherman to clean up.
They stand on the sand all facing into the wind. Today there was very little wind, the sea was quiet and gentle and down by the shore all I could hear was rustle of stones rolling over each other as the sea foam came stretching up the beach.
Coming back Maggie Mae decided it was far to hot out there on the sand and after lying on the wet sand for a bit, gave up and headed in the direction of the car and just kept on plodding head down.
Yesterday I made some brushes and made some marks. I only made five plus a stick so that I could keep track of what made which.
The brushes are interesting to use. I thought the best marks where made by the two brushes on the right plus the stick. The other three are very hard and somehow unsympathetic. I will work with them some more and try some different paint. This time I used ink which is runny paint might be thicker and stick more.
I added marks to some post cards and now I am wondering what next.
Maybe some drawing of the treasures I have been accumulating in my studio. I am putting this off because I drawing is a gumption trap for me. OK - today.
"I paint flowers so they do not die." Frida Kahlo