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

Morning mist

On the way to the balloon festival… the morning was a bit on the foggy side. Misty morning is my favourite…The swan and friends are a bit romantic The hospital in the breaking dawn – a bit sinister…

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

They call me the Bull Whisperer

A perfect, frosty morning at a small (10 acre)  farmstay outside of lovely Hamilton. Raising up a couple of steer who, like bulls everywhere, had to seek me out and pose for pictures. OK – I admit it, I flatter them, tell them they’re gorgeous and I just love the way their eyelashes flutter when

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