Seen on a sunny day
When you can wander around a new city, with only excitement and a new camera – well the world is your oyster
Falstaff:
I will not lend thee a penny.Pistol:
Why then the world’s mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.Falstaff:
Not a penny.
A funny day at a symposium
The weather looked inclement – it was summer but the clouds threatened. Every two years there is an international sculpture symposium in Taranaki – the artists used local volcanic rock for their pieces. I saw this man and wanted to photograph him.
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getting older
although these are not my feet, perhaps one day they will be. when you are young, very young, the summer is an eternity and though you do not feel like returning to school, each summer day seems like endless canvas. (do you remember this – have you forgotten in all your busy occupation)
and at its completion – exhausting.
and strangely enough i wished that i would be older – impatient to experience what was to come. little did i know – it is never what you expect. discovering photography in my early twenties was a revelation, of magic, chemistry and the ability to record a moment in time. able to record what you see over a life time – this began with film and eventually led to a digital slr – i kicked and screamed all the way.
aging cannot be helped – an inevitability – emphasise ability
