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Photo: 27mm | ss 1/210 | f36 | iso 125

Crikey, it’s nearly 3 pm and I haven’t taken any photos today. As with all newly minted obsessions, if I don’t get a daily fix, there will be the inevitable dopamine slumps and grumpy grumps.

“It’s OK” eye rolled Kelly.
“I need to pick up some fresh coffee…so we can kick on somewhere to get your pixel hit after that.”

That post-bag-of-dark-roasted-somewhere ended up being Kingston Foreshore.

The Kingston foreshore arose from the ashes of an old industrial estate and its accompanying wetlands. It now supports upmarket lakefront unit blocks and a dining and entertainment precinct.

I don’t know if it was because most of the cafes and restaurants were closed, or the flatness of the evening gloom, or the lack of people, but this usually vibrant area seemed to exude a patina of copper-shabby today.

Cafe chairs left in cold crooked stacks.
Lonely tables pressed with crumbs and sticky sauce stains.
An empty beer glass. A lost fork.

Anyway, we walked around a bit, and I got some shots, and a couple turned out OK-ish.

None of them were keepers.
I wasn’t in the creative zone, and now I had decided that what I really wanted was a chocolate Gelato.

So we did that.
The world looked slightly less shabby through the sugar rush lens.