Ngongotaha on Lake Rotorua

This idyllic little scene was a few minutes walk from our motel in Ngongotaha (Non-ga-ta-ha – really, it’s easy once you know how!) The lake was a bit rough, which didn’t bother the swans (they are tiny, but just to the left of the yellow buoy) or the trout, which were swimming madly, much to

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

Nymphs in the moonlight ever after

The dance goes on forever and ever in the moonlight in the garden in the hearts of the dancers even after the moonlight and the garden and the hearts of the dancers have faded away forever and ever  

Monsters are everywhere

It wasn’t till I got home and enlarged this photo that I spotted him! Talk about a close call! Anything could have happened…

In the Garden

Another pinhole in the garden… what I realise, in addition to wanting to do a lot more pinhole photography, is that I need to do a series of ant-cam, fairy-cam, shoe-cam shots. I’m not real big on macro photography (just a bit big)… but that’s not what I’m thinking. More like this, capturing the sense

Suzhou Garden Reflections

Been thinking about memory lately, how fickle it can be, how downright deceptive – and you think you’re being completely honest with yourself. Hah! I remember when ‘facing reality’ was something I could do. Or thought I could. This image of a Suzhou Garden is completely deceptive… Trust me – nothing about it is what

Summer rain

It was mid afternoon, it should have been bright, but the clouds were so heavy and the rain so dense it seemed more like dusk. Yet the pongas (ferns) seemed to glow as if there was some celestial spotlight aimed at them.

Garden mystery

I fell in love with the charm of this accidental arrangement… and then it hit me! Uh oh…

Garden variety butterfly

Just a garden variety butterfly flitting around a garden variety garden. There’s nothing wrong with the garden variety, you know… We can’t all be fiery hothouse creations Mad with passion Demanding non-stop attention Showing off in front of the whole wide world. Some of us quietly do what we’ve got to do and carry on

Our Lady of the Last Winter Morning

I have a passion for images of the Virgin Mary, with and without the Christ child. I am sure it has much to do with the untold hours I spent on my knees praying to various statues of her when I was a child. Of course my prayers were fervent, but I also spent a