Return to the carnival

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

Balloons Over Waikato

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

Party’s over, take down the balloons

Funny how after a few weeks pass, you can go back to your photos and discover something new. Of course I knew I took some of the balloons being deflated, but none of them really wowed me. Had a look tonight and thought… hmmm… I rather like this.

Hell on Wheels

With two steering wheels she’s queen of the road. Ten year’s time. A little peroxide. Miniskirt. Pumps. A tattoo or two. And a whole lotta attitude!  

Airborn

The problem with taking a thousand images is that one must make ones way through them, culling heavily as you go… and then pick your favourites and the best ones (which might not be the same thing)… and then process them so they are images you love. This one is almost there… almost.

Up Up and Away…

Couldn’t resist the title… always hated that 5th Dimension song, though. I promise to edit these in earnest tomorrow… if I have time… just so busy at the beginning of the month… This is another play with the filters in Picasa 3. Gave it a sixties tarnish with a bit of a vignette. It sort