The writer's walkway around the Wellington waterfront features a load of obscure quotes. Some are quite deep and meanigful, others are merely empty aphorisms. But flanked by boats, water, restaurants and rusting mooring posts, at least they look pretty.
This bloke is merrily soldering on the safety instructions to a plaque while his mate stands by in non-protective clothing. The weather is unfeasibly calm for once - I'm sure that all outdoor soldering will be done today.
On a very wet and windy weekday afternoon, the chairs are stacked outside St John's bar - a far cry from the lazy afternoon drinks in the sun as promulgated by the casual crowd.
The steel plants on the plinths outside Te Papa are clattering and waving in the wind.
On this grey day, the only splash of colour is to be found at the basketball/BMX/skateboard park. So, when does graffiti become artwork?