One of the great things about where I work is the journey to and home again. Actually, it’s by far the best thing about the job, but let’s not get started, eh?
I drive North to work, South to return home. To the East, we have the Port Hills and in front of that there’s fields, farms, and not much else. To the West, there’s the Southern Alps and the Canterbury Plains. At certain times during the year, you can get snow, hail or frost on the Port Hills and they look even nicer. However. when the Alps are covered in snow, they are majestic … I have been meaning to stop and take a couple of pictures on the way to work, but never have my camera with me until last week.
Prompted by the frost pattern below, I thought it would make sense to chuck the camera in the car and take one or two shots. It was a wise move …
Frost like this only occurs when there’s plenty of moisture in the air then a rapid cooling – exactly what we’ve had plenty of, with the rains over the last couple of weeks reaching epic, nay Biblical proportions north of here.
Snow on the mountains, blue sky and somebody has let the sheep in with the turnips … the lighting could have been better, but it was early in the morning and the Port Hills to the east were still casting their shadow.
The day started so very well and didn’t improve much until about 4.30 …