Posts Tagged ‘yellow’
A glorious way to be dead
There are times when you should ask questions, times when you should try to understand, times when you need to get to the bottom of the way and wherefore. All those reasonable, rational times.
This isn’t one of them. Not at all. What a wonderful, magnificent and glorious way to be dead.
Yellow Man
Did a bit of street photography today – at the Auckland Buskers Festival. Now you would think that these buskers, from all over the world, performing an array of acrobatics, contortion and general street theatre would hold my attention. But no – most of what they did was yack, yack, yack and prance around doing a lot of nothing with occasional bits of something every now and again that, let’s face it, in this digital age, we can find people doing all sorts of amazing things within seconds, so the occasional handspring and sprinkling of well worn jokes just didn’t cut it for me.
No worries, my jaded cynicism had no impact on the crowds of folks who were loving it all. I just decided to shoot other, more interesting things. Like the yellow man. He was just there, also not watching the buskers. Too jaded himself I guess… Thought he looked pretty cool. Love the tats…
A yellow drop
While there is no doubt that most of photography comes from the eye of the photographer, there is simply no discounting the part that comes from having great equipment. Still getting my head around this new lens, discovering what it can do and just loving it all.
I don’t know what the name of this flower is – any help would be much appreciated!
Burano Magic
If an inquisitive and clever eleven year old were to design and build a perfect village/island, they would come up with Burano, an island in the Venetian Lagoon, about 45 minutes ride on the vaporetto from Venice. It’s small population is mostly retirees now, though once it was a bustling fishing centre – thankfully just a bit too off the well beaten track to lure more than a few travellers, artists and folks with a more exploratory nature.
I was not prepared when I arrived. But then, I don’t think I ever am when I arrive anywhere I have never imagined, where every time I turn around I ooh and gurgle over nearly everything I see and touch. And I wander about getting slightly lost, peering through windows and around corners and into open doorways. I can’t help it.
I wonder what it will be like when I go back, when I know what to expect. Will it be the same – or will the magic be gone?
Build Me Up Buttercup
So there I was, walking along in the reserve in Henderson with a bunch of folks from my photography club, on a gloomy day trying to find something to take a photo of for the Worldwide Walk competition. Can’t say I got anything worth entering, but I stumbled across this little bit of sunshine whilst wandering off on my own.
Got to adore any flower – any thing – or any person that makes you burst into song. I did keep my voice down, but I just couldn’t help myself… Loved the song way back when and love it still…
