Titirangi Storyteller

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Return to the carnival

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One of my recurring themes – not something I realised about myself until the last few years, mostly from this blog.

The carnival is one of my slightly ‘unhealed’ childhood pains. As in, it was never of the intensity to cause me real harm, I always knew it didn’t really matter. But the carnival, or in my case specifically, The Schoharie County Sunshine Fair, held in Cobleskill, my nearest big smoke, was an annual torment. It held so much promise – the rides, the game booths, the people I might see… But at this stage of the game, I’ve got to be honest – everybody else was doing whatever it was they were supposed to be doing and seemed to be having a really good time of it.

Except me. I was watching. I was watching and waiting and observing and trying to figure out who was doing what and why – and HOW did they know what they were supposed to do? I NEVER knew what I was supposed to do. And I longed to… so much. I wandered around the fair alone – my siblings had run off with friends. My friends seemed to have OTHER friends that they had fun with… Leaving me wandering around, looking at everything and everyone, trying to figure them out, telling myself the story of their lives… Kind of odd, I guess, but it was fun in its own kind of way.

And come to think of it, I’m still doing that. Only now – I do it with a camera in front of my face – and that actually makes me one of the cool people. At last. Never would have figured that was coming.

These photos were taken at Balloons Over Waikato, the hot air balloon festival held in Hamilton, New Zealand every year. Amazing how something that felt so down-home back in my Dorloo Days, translates without a hitch to the other side of the world… BOWNight-3

This photo really needs a carnie. Like this one from the Gypsy Fair a couple of years ago. or part 2 which is here. BOWNight-18-2

Nausea inducing rides. I wish I could have figured out why everyone else thought they were so much fun. I really wanted to love them and ride and scream and throw my hair around… Except… they made me sick to my stomachBOWNight-16-2BOWNight-4

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But I loved fair food – fried dough, cotton candy, snow cones, French fries in a paper cup…BOWNight-5

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The gravity defying Round-Up… BOWNight-20-3 copy

I love carnivals and fairs and rides… the sights and sounds and smells and ways of losing myself in a sea of other people I don’t know – watching them and telling myself their life stories. Or telling you mine…

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09/04/2014 at 1:10 am

Random steam train encounter

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There was a time when I was amazed at how, when I had just discovered something amazing – it seemed like the universe just kept delivering it to me in an abundance of synchronicity… A little older, a little wiser I’ve come to suspect that all these amazing, wonderful things are happening around us all the time, and we’re just not paying attention. Of course I still believe in miracles and pure magic – but most of the random synchronicitous events could have been planned out if we’d made the effort.

I admit that, despite my developing passion for steam trains, I had no idea the 1275 was making an excursion from Auckland to Te Kuiti over the weekend. Fortunately, the universe delivered me to the train station at just the right time – though the train was 20 minutes, allowing me to plan and set up my shot…

Ham-Train-1Love the inerent Steampunk quality in these dials and knobs.

Ham-Train-2And the infinite variety of valves and pipes and bolts enveloped by steam.

Ham-Train-3But it’s just a short stop and soon it’s all aboard again.

Ham-Train-5 And we’re off for another adventure…  Ham-Train-6 copy

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03/04/2014 at 11:22 pm

Morning mist

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On the way to the balloon festival… the morning was a bit on the foggy side. Misty morning is my favourite…The swan and friends are a bit romantic

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The hospital in the breaking dawn – a bit sinister…BalloonsDay1-1

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02/04/2014 at 7:58 am

Balloons Over Waikato

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I am never sure if a long weekend away, one including getting up an hour before dawn – three days in a row, hauling weighty photography gear around and having six photoshoots over 3 days is a holiday. I’m pretty sure it’s not. Though it is infinitely better than hanging around the house wishing I was on holiday…

So… three days in the Waikato. We stayed at a brilliant and remarkably inexpensive homestay, a nice little one bedroom unit, with all the fresh garden veg you could pick and eat, a small flock of sheep, some heifers, and well, it was fairly idyllic. I’ll post some photos of that later – but the first set of photos I developed were from the big Final – the last dawn on Innes Commons… Every last balloon on display… it was AWEsome! In the real, true, old-fashioned awesome way that awesome used to be…

Balloons-7It all begins before dawn… so many balloons, so much space, so many people (but not TOO many)…

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01/04/2014 at 2:09 pm

I need a holiday!

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I need a holiday. Someplace where I can meet new people, do some different things, try new foods, fall asleep with strange sounds around me…

This is from Cabo San Lucas. This would be a good place to go… I really need a holiday!

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16/03/2014 at 12:09 am

Sometimes things just don’t turn out the way you expected…

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I have discovered, in that way many obvious things are discovered, that I am developing a photographic voice, no different than my literary voice when I used words and a keyboard to capture my flights of imagination. Now it’s pixels and software, not as ruggedly romantic as the old tools, but I like what’s getting said.

I put together a shoot with four models this past Sunday, shooting in Auckland’s old Grafton Cemetery – don’t think I would have had the confidence for this a year ago, but a lot can happen in a year… So here are four from the shoot. What do you think?

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This is Ria Lovedor, amazingly versatile, can go from looking like a lost teen to a spoilt middle aged bitch with a few prop changes.

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Mosty Mostyy is probably my first attempt at straight glamour. Have to say I am very pleased with this shot. But shooting her is a bit like shooting orchids – so perfect you really don’t have to do much to get brilliant results.

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Ria again. I did a darker, more desolate version of this, but my husband said it was kind of mean to make her look so despairing. She is sad enough here. I was telling her some sad stories to get her in the mood for the shot.

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Briana Sullivan and Ryan. These two have such great chemistry. I set them up for a number of couples shots – all very dramatic and slightly otherworldly.

Yeah… I like where this photography thing is going. I like the stories I am finding and telling and making. It’s good to have a voice again.

The lazy day adventure of Little Bo Peep

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Had another steampunk adventure this past weekend with north island steampunks, having a picnic at beautiful Shakespear Regional Park on the Whangaparoa Peninsula. It was a perfect day in a perfect location. Perfect for all sorts of mischief, and more than a wee bit of mayhem…

18JanPicnic-1 Little Bo Peep seems a bit under the weather, but the doc seems to have the cure for what ails her in his bag of tricks. 18JanPicnic-20Our Miss Peep is feeling so much better and enjoying herself as she takes in the invigorating sea air.

18JanPicnic-31I wonder what will happen next?

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