Hook Line Sinker
Ice - Bait. I see this sign on a series of building with corrugated sheet panels every time we exit the motorway to head into Onehunga. On a tangential side note, I initially thought the way to pronounce this suburb is “1-Hung-A” when it is actually pronounced “Oni-Hung-A”. Back on track, the faded sign on the building right beside the Onehunga harbour water front is an inviting sight for a photographer. However, the awkward position right at a motorway off ramp means it is not possible for us to stop and photograph. So many trips to Onehunga to catch up with friends have not eventuated into a photograph of the scene.
Photography karma kicked in this weekend past as I offered to pick Kate and Carlo up from the airport when they flew up from Wellington. With Chris away in Matamata and the (guilty) flexibility of a dog free individual, I decided to make an adventure of this airport pick up by doing a photowalk in Onehunga. I started the morning by grabbing a coffee at Mr T’s, famous for their pastries and Beef Pho and walking down to the harbour.
The rain added a fitting element to the scene and made the photowalk just so much more magical.
Photography karma threw me another bone. On the journey back to my car, I looked to my right and saw an area to explore. Walking through a dusty flat area, I approached the edge of the water below the Onehunga bridge. It was surprisingly calm and quiet as the sound of traffic remained high above the bridge. I was rewarded with a peaceful scene with a single gull for company.
