Today I went to Lake Ferry to review last weeks visit. The weather forecast for South Wairarapa was for strong winds and cold. It certainly was was windy there today.
I kept wobbling around and the wind moved my phone about as I was taking my photos.
The wind was constantly in my ears and over-road the sound of the sea.
Like last week I walked along a track underneath the cliffs and there was the "same" white heron, kotuku, in the lagoon. It was quite sheltered even though I could hear the wind. I wondered about the kotuku and why it was there and by itself.
And I could still smell the ice yellow lupins on the sand dunes even though they were somewhat faded compared to the week before.
The cliffs are tall, overwhelming, etched by the weather and layered like the colours in the sea. Very different colours - browns, greens, greys.
I stopped to photograph the crosses again and wondered what they were about. Fortunately a couple came by who were able to tell me they had been put there in remembrance of a young boy and his uncle who had drowned on the coast about twenty years ago. The coast does have a sad history of drownings and shipwrecks.
I walked down to the beach and headed into the wind which was blowing straight along the sand. It was a long slow walk back. The sea was calm but covered in white caps out towards the horizon.
As I walked along head down pushing against the wind I noticed small things.
And then I was back at the mouth of Lake Onoke, a place that terrifies and fascinates me as I watch and imagine being caught in the swirling, pushing water.
"I paint flowers so they do not die." Frida Kahlo