Waiting for the photographer to move

When I stayed still, the alert tension eased and it started to fossicking again.

Woke this morning to another storm. This one with westerlies. Just as strong as the easterlies of the last storm. The rain seemed heavier, and there was one stage on the drive to the city that I wondered if I should pause a while. And then it eased. Despite the foul weather, the trip was remarkably smooth and stress free. Perhaps we were all on our best behaviour.

A quiet day at work as well; the intense pressure on beds from last week has eased, and even though it is likely that that is a temporary phenomenon, it's a welcome one.

Got back north with enough daylight left to warrant a jog to the Southend of Snells Beach. The storm has caused a washing away of sand and mud, uncovering many of the shells and creating a sort of shell bank. Interestingly, what had been a sandy flat area only slightly ridged by the water, has become much less sandy, and with hillocks and valleys (on a small scale), and not enticing for running upon.

This small dotterel (Tuturiwhatu) broke off its hunt for food to assure itself that I was not a threat. I think my photo captures that tension