Why is it that low tide always seems so mournful? Beach flicks are always shot at high tide. There was no low tide on Bay Watch (not that I ever watched two episodes of Bay Watch, mind you, though I had to watch one to find out what the fuss was about.) I’m not evenContinue reading “Low tide II”
Funny how I must have walked by this a hundred times and never noticed it until today – remnants of some celebration at least a few year ago. Decent wine, too.
This happens to be Auckland, New Zealand – but it could be downtown anywhere. The ubiquitous needle-tower, brightly coloured glass and chic hotels and office buildings. Reminds me of The Matrix. Pretty to look at, nice to live in. Maybe a little too choreographed, but we’ve got other things on our minds.
I do not like Paris. There. I said it. It’s out there… I can sit back now and wait for everyone that’s been there that just LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED Paris to tell me how wrong I am to not like Paris. How I must have done this wrong. Or that wrong. Or I don’t understand this orContinue reading “Paris in the storm”
Not sure what brought this on… I certainly would not mind being in Mumbai again. But this girl is no more in Mumbai than I am. I snapped her a couple of years ago performing at a festival commemorating Indian independence – at a race track in Avondale, a suburb not far from where IContinue reading “If I were in Mumbai again”
Shot through my office window a couple of nights ago… not as sharp as I would like, but I had the camera set up on the tripod and kept shooting, using various settings until the colour was exactly what I saw with my eye, not brighter or duller or more or less saturated. But exactlyContinue reading “Last light”
The more I looked at this, the more I fretted for any child placed in this device! At first I thought it was a pushchair/stroller, and the doll was kind of creepy. But then I noticed its clenched fists. And the pedals are so far forward from the seat, it would have to be forContinue reading “Robo trike-o-trauma”
Yes, it’s raining again here in wonderful New Zealand… Raining and raining and raining… Blue.
Once he was a king…
I like dreaming my world into being I’ve got a world to suit almost every occasion no need to make do. If that doesn’t make me Mother Nature (and I am sure it doesn’t) I wonder what I should call myself.