The Fortieth

Yesterday afternoon, about 4pm, after sitting around working on various things and fighting off the desire to go to sleep in my reading chair in the sun, I decided to head out and take some photos.

I grabbed the SX-70, jumped in the car and headed to the South Coast. It was only as I was driving towards Wahine Park that I remembered it was the 40th anniversary of those sad events. "How apt," I thought, "if I'm going to take ten photos today what better place could there be?".

So here are those ten photos.

Naturally I left the necessary ND filter at home.

So I had to dial the exposure down.

It kinda worked.

It's odd to stand on the shore and realise that just a few hundred metres away there's a ship rusting on the bottom of the channel. It's odder still to realise that on these shores, and the ones across the channel that numerous bodies washed ashore - some alive, some dead.

Mother Nature hides human history so well.