to Queenstown yesterday we were approaching our coffee (flask) and tinkle (long-drop) stop when we saw something that neither of us had ever seen before.
Looking over to starboard and possibly a mile or two away the clouds were blue, and so were the valleys under them.
for shots, none of which caught it. Not just blue, I mean BLUE, as in BLUE–!!! But of course the camera couldn’t do it justice—
—so here it is anyway, completely unretouched. The clouds to the left were unnaturally orangey-reddy coloured, which suggested ‘spectrum’ to me but that was just a thought.
and had our coffee, after which the Spouse toddled over to the long-drop the Council had installed since our last time out this way and was still giggling when she came back. Told me she’d gotten a snap (the below) but as far as graffiti goes it was better than average.
It was too, and even I had to agree that whoever the artist was he had a consummate manner with a pen—
—possibly some Southlander bragging about his love-life. It takes all sorts …
in Queenstown we had no trouble finding parking. Honestly. We just parked way out and hoofed on in … and one of the first things I caught was someone dropping in quite close by—
—some bod making a buck by harnessing sheep-style the young lady in front and falling for her. With her. Whatever.
Then off for a coffee down at the lake front but this time all the tables were abuzz with happy holidayers. We had to go find a nice place in the mall where we grabbed some portable brews, then when we got back to the lakeside found the crowds had thinned out a whole heap. ‘Twas ever thus …
… but that air is really fit for purpose (and first thing in the morning can be well worth bottling). And from the tables (if your timing is right) you get to see the Grand Old Lady Of The Lake doing pirouettes. No rush, several times a day is her schedule:
There’s a lot of commercial activity lakeside but between trips the jet-boats are quietly tied and make for some nice reflections if you’re in a reflective mood. We were—
—and after oodles of snaps (colour, oh, colour~!) we reluctantly headed off for home before sunset. The sunsets here can be spectacular too; and we intend returning next autumn for the leafy colours.
The next wee burg along is called Arrowtown and we try to get there for the autumnal hues and the crispness in the air. Close by is Lake Hayes and I’ve never, since going digital, been able to get snaps to rival the slides I shot a few years ago. Needs an early start to catch the mirror-calm before the breezes start but well worth it.
That’s my excuse, anyway …