Every night I was going for a massive walk along Tamaki Drive in Auckland, a long stretch of beach-side road. It was very atmospheric at night and had a sense of eerie abandonment. This bridge in between Orakei and Mission Bay once was a ferry terminal until the 1960’s but is now an old fishing jetty where men congregate every night and cast out lines.
I always wonder how many fish these guys catch…probably quite a few if it’s the same people coming back