New Felice Brothers Record - $5 Download
At midnight last night, the wonderful Felice Brothers released God Bless You Amigo - a new 'album' of 20 songs (eight traditional folk songs and twelve originals the band have always liked "but never had a chance to put on record") as a digital download from their website for a paltry $5 minimum purchase.
They are adamant it is not a follow up to…
12/29
A day at the saleyards
A couple of months ago I was invited to accompany a friend to the Feilding Sale Yards. And what a treat, only the second time I had visited sale yards. It was busy with farmers and farmers wives, auctioneers and of course sheep and cows. Here are some of the images.
I live on an island – Waiwera North of Auckland N.Z.
I don't live on the island pictured, but I saw this tiny island as I wandered along Waiwera beach this very morning. I feel we are all islands - in a common sea. Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Time to add and not subtract
Here are some recent images taken over the summer….ah summer I shall miss you.
one more image for this evening and then sleeping
When everything turns to shit and you can’t see your way through – sometimes all you need is a cup of tea and a sandwich : well sometimes it helps me – when this is delivered by someone I love…..
to quote from others
this evening I am adding people to my blog. And others quotes…other thoughts and wisdom, not mine.
The world just does not fit conveniently into the format of a 35mm camera. ~W. Eugene Smith
and to add……..
I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything. ~John Steinbeck
I think a photography class should be a requirement in all educational programs because it makes you see the world rather than just look at it. ~Author Unknown
Feeding seagulls
They are laughable, photograph-able...gulls and humans
Where I grew up
A summer morning on a beach very near where I grew up. The province is Taranaki – West Coast Central North Island of New Zealand. To your right is the spine of a volcano – Paritutu. And on your left a series of small islands affectionately known as the Sugar Lumps. At low tide you can walk to them. The sand is black and hot on bare feet when traversed. This beach is in my heart.
from where i am sitting
it is cold in this room.
