Wednesday 7 March 2012: Carpark art
One of the nice things about Nelson is that it's full of art. This is part of a stainless steel sculpture adorning the carpark of a local supermarket. I rather like the contrast between the ultra modern sculpture and the shabby old building behind it. In fact, the cabin/shed/workshop is delightful to look at, it's made up so many worn and faded hues of ochre, red and brown, but the sporty car parked in front of it was bright, Ferrari red so I had to make the image B&W which I think suits it far better. (Update: Four days after posting this, following discussion in the 'comments', I decided that I liked the colour shot better after all, so I've changed it back, as I intend to make a book of blips after a year and thought I'd prefer to have this rather than the monochrome version).
Following our visit to Wakapuaka Cemetery yesterday and the grisly tale of the Maungatapu Murders, I realised that there was something rather interesting in the Nelson Provincial Museum that would make a good blip. I trotted down there this morning armed with my camera and asked if it was permissible to take photos and received the reply that photography is allowed in the upper gallery, but not below. It transpired that the exhibit that I wanted to shoot was in the lower gallery, which meant that I would have to seek permission from the Museum manager. I was given her card and advised to ring her as she is based at a research facility nearby. I was rather pleased to be given the opportunity to speak to her and will probably call her tomorrow, if I get the chance between all the various medical appointments that I have to attend with other people, as well as a follow-up chiropractic session for myself!
I managed to get my hair done this afternoon as I was feeling as though I was wearing an old wig. So that's another thing ticked off the list before Mr L. arrives here on Saturday! Then I dragged Immy off down to the beach for a walk. It was overcast and rather flat but not unpleasant and we saw a group of children and teenagers having a kayaking lesson, which was handy as Immy has expressed an interest in kayaking and so far I haven't had much luck with my enquiries. Hopefully, having had a chat with the instructor on the beach this evening, we may be able to get something organised.
After that, I headed off to Immy's school to attend the AGM of the PTA, which I had been told would be a good thing to do if I wanted to find out more about the PTA's activities. After two and a quarter hours, the meeting concluded and I somehow found myself having agreed to help with the publicity for the PTA's major fundraiser for the year. Why do I do these things?!