The tall masts are reaching for the sky, but their reflections anchor them to the water below.
It was a calm and cloudy afternoon, a few days before Christmas. I took my camera out for a walk with my parents when visiting them in Nelson. I found some tangled colourful ropes that looked like a bowl of spaghetti; a red shed the same colour as the brilliant pohutakawa bush next door; and then I wandered out onto the jetties. I found thick, curling, snake-like ropes and a wide angle accentuated the curve of a fishing boat’s prow. Then I looked up at the masts opposite me and thought they looked like trees, and wondered if panning vertically might accentuate their height. One ‘snap’ and I was hooked. Like a kid in a sandpit, I sat on the jetty and pottered happily for some time until I had a couple of images I was happy with. I could have stayed much longer, but my parents were waiting and there were more sights yet to see.