Not so long ago, I drove in the early morning, well not that early from Taranaki to Auckland. It took around 5 hours. The morning was misty, cinematic. I stopped and took some pictures. There are times, when I stop, look and cannot believe the landscape before my eyes. The camera allows me to record what I see.
Back Beach – Taranaki – my favourite place to walk. On Sunday it was raining gently, little depth of field, and few people. The colours, a limited palette, the sea rugged and loud.
When you can wander around a new city, with only excitement and a new camera – well the world is your oyster
I will not lend thee a penny.
Why then the world’s mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
Not a penny.
I love rain….
This house is near my house, taken at twilight.
Living with an electricity pylon in the yard isn’t my idea of perfect living.
I have been cruising my hard-drives. It is possible. At times like this, perusing old images, the expression memory lane comes to mind. These images, concrete now in my mind - and for me there are emotional responses to the pictures. How pictures can catalyse. Least said. Need to take some new shots…..
I was lucky enough to work on a documentary in a place of great beauty in Western Australia – the place Wittenoom, the filmmaker Caro MacDonald. Looking back at these images, I feel the sense of excitement I experienced the day we arrived. The landscape is extra-ordinary. It is a town of ghosts, closed due to asbestos, there were 8 residents whilst we were there in 2006. I wept when I left. http://wittenoom.net/