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Archive for August 2012

Aubergine Dreaming

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a replay – taken in lovely Puerto Vallarta a couple of years ago. One of those places I didn’t expect to fall in love with but I hope to return one day and spend a week or two exploring. Actually all of Mexico was so different than I expected. How wonderful it would be to escape the southern winter and set up shop on the Mexican Riviera for a season…

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31/08/2012 at 1:12 am

Up you go

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30/08/2012 at 1:35 am

Terror in the Grass

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My love affair with the disagreeable flamingo continues… what I like about this shot is the feeling that this flamingo has risen, zombie-like, from the swampy grasses and leading with its nasty little beak, intends to wreak havoc in the world.

Or not.

I feel as though I’ve got a bit of my mojo back – but I swear it’s standing there tapping its feet as if to say “what now? what are we going to do now?” Yeah, the mojo’s not gone, it’s just got a bit bored and wants more excitement. And it’s about to get some… just ordered a new lens, one I have been hankering for for rather a long while now, the Canon 70-2oo 2.8 lens, the ultimate lens… should be here in a week. I can’t wait. Then we’ll see some excitement.

Or else.

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28/08/2012 at 12:22 am

All Ducked Up

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There are those times when you can’t tell the bottom from the top, or east from west, or day from night. And when those times arrive – well, now you know you’re all ducked up. Might as well make the best of it. And then brush yourself off and carry on. (But not like nothing’s happened.)

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27/08/2012 at 12:17 am

Point of View

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26/08/2012 at 1:07 am

Passage Angel

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An angel adorning the entry to a dark passageway in Riga’s Old Town. Probably dates from the 12th or 13th century. Happier now than it can ever remember, though it’s not overly pleased with the iron bosoms.

It’s images like this, not that it’s technically all that great, that make me glad I photograph things. My photographs become a sort of reference library, so I don’t have to remember everything I’ve seen and done. But the remain alive – as vibrant as the moment they were taken when I pull them out and look at them.

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23/08/2012 at 10:52 pm

All gone

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For as long as I can remember I’ve had a fascination with abandoned buildings. I love the echoes, love the loneliness, love the odd feeling of being alone, but being surrounded by ghosts.

I once bought one and moved in. Fixed it up pretty nice. That was a long long time ago. It was a good good time.

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21/08/2012 at 11:41 pm

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