The Big T and I escaped the city yesterday to explore the back roads to Raglan. It’s a beautiful, very rural part of the country, but even there we couldn’t escape a traffic jam.
It’s shearing time, and local farmers were moving stock to the shearing shed.
We’d already struggled through an Auckland gridlock to leave the city, but the four-legged traffic was much easier to bear, and way more entertaining.
The Big T and I have been WY for the weekend. We drove home on a series of quiet back roads for as long as possible. But finally, we had to join the motorway and almost immediately hit traffic. Heigh ho; welcome to Auckland.
A couple of weeks ago I arranged to meet my son in town for dinner. I’ve written about the drama of travelling the one kilometre to our meeting point, and how stressful I found being in gridlocked traffic for around an hour. However, on the bright side, I did manage to snap a few photos along the way.
I spent about 20 minutes travelling along Wyndham Street and couldn’t help noticing how peaceful and welcoming the church appeared; lit in white and gold against an inky sky.
Once the most prominent buildings on the landscape were religious or civic structures. Now we celebrate capitalism with ever-taller towers and apartment blocks. I do like the way the Sky Tower changes its colour scheme though. The purple felt very reassuring as my car crawled up Hobson Street.
This week is Challenger’s Choice at Sally’s Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge. I’m not sure quite how to categorise my contribution; it is architecture, shot at night, from the street . They could have been travel photos, but I wasn’t travelling too much, so maybe still life would be a better description?
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I got in my car at 5.50pm to meet the boy-child — 1.1 km away. I got to him at 7.05pm.
Sitting in stationary traffic, watching the lights phase and no-one move because the intersections were already full and all the surrounding roads were blocked, I actually started to have a panic attack.
To make it worse, I was only in my car because a) there isn’t a bus service to the city from my home during the day, and b) I can’t get parking at the bus station.
Note to transport planners: public transport only works if people have access to it.
And actually, the buses weren’t moving either.
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