Back in the day, back when I took pictures like a regular punter, a good piece of scenery was incomplete without someone standing out front.
It’s how I was raised. My mom took a photo of every cactus in Texas the year I was 12. And every one of them had one of us kids standing next to it, looking bored as hell. As the trip progressed, most of them starred my youngest sister, as she was only six and we pretty much shoved her out of the back seat of the car to stand in that scorching Texan sun.
I still like to photograph people, but these days it’s about people doing or being, not posing.
I took over 1000 photos during my week in Wanaka – many of them amazing, spectacular, breathtaking. Some I plan to photoshop a bit, just tweak so they are perfect. Then there are those that tweaking could only detract.
These shots are unretouched, untweaked, un-anything-ed. They’re straight out of the camera.
They’re why I get up before dawn to take pictures – because sometimes, every once in a blue moon, the takings are just so gobsmackingly amazing, nothing, nothing, nothing can compare…
We got just one proper sunrise in Wanaka. And it was one in a million!
After that the day turned overcast and the light was flat, not much fun for scenery, but I’ve recently got into exploring cemeteries. Love this angel.
I admit she’s had a bit of work done. There was a large black tombstone to her left and a nasty looking green rubbish bin to her right. She was overwhelmed and I merely uncluttered her world. I think she’d approve. Strangely, she is not watching over a particular grave or group of graves. She’s not guarding the entrance or really, doing anything obvious.
She’s just there looking terribly sad.
I love her.